Fluorescent lights flicker, hum.
Watches beep, declare the time.
Pages flip and rustle like dead leaves.
People breathe, cough, sigh.
Fingers unzip, rummage, re-zip a purse.
Bright, loud clothes punctuate the room.
Air conditioners hum and blow.
Teacher drones in monotone, on and on.
Restless feet tap out syncopated rhythms.
Lips sip, slurp, swallow hot coffee.
The minute hand creeps toward twelve.
My mind splinters in a dozen directions.
Whitewashed Sepulchers 
Very well crafted. Nice metaphors from a vivid imagination 🙂
I really like this. I often feel as though I’m suffering from total sensory overload; I suppose a lot of people do nowadays. Really well written 🙂
Captures the reality of life rather well.
Very nice write. I can feel it.
admirable job.
Happy Rally.
🙂
I really liked your poem. I liked the the way you presented the world around you.
Great work.
so well penned and such great images it really stands out especially slurp coffee love this one
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/20/taken-from-me-on-halloween-night/
“My mind splinters in a dozen directions.” Boy howdy do I know how that feels, lol! Very nicely done! I enjoyed reading it. Blessings, Terri
in every poem i always like to look at the metaphors and youve crafted in this wonderful piece.
Great imagery!
This same phenomenon kept me up last night–well written 🙂
Great write, and very true for many people 🙂