Staff said they didn’t know what happened
to this about to graduate class
the least motivated any professor could recall
and tenure remembered 37 years.
Perhaps this explained the temperature
the lecture room 15°C
always
possibly an attempt to focus attention
to prevent apathy stumbling to sleep.
One morning
winter has turned chill to frigid
the class wit enters
“ fuck it’s cold…..I’ll have to go and have a wank to warm up ”
as laughter dies
from the back row
wisdom or experience
“never wank in the morning
you don’t know who you’ll meet in the afternoon.”
Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry 