I need
A new desk
For my home
Office
I had to
Throw
The last one
In the trash
It broke a leg
And busted
My shin
Wide open
I need it to be
Sturdy and strong
With a nice
Wood grain
And beautiful pulls
Of elaborate plaster
And paint
I can't be too
Showy
Not a piece of art
But beautiful
All the same
In its simplicity
It needs to function
And work all night
When I can’t sleep
And work by the light
I wanted to still smell
Like an old library
That old smell
Of decay
And ambition
And have the feeling
Under my skin
That a million hands
Held on to it
During times of
Grim
When the dead lines
Are pressing
And the all
Night coffee calls
Still happened
Cramming
For the big test
Dreaming
Of what answer is the best
Pencil marks
On corners
And gum underneath
Are always a plus
I want all these things
All the things
That I have seen
Felt
Believed in