We Wander Into Exams Without Knowing.

the sun screams
while the buildings watch
the concrete accuses
and the chairs forbid
the door closes
as though life were
being extinguished

the classroom feels like
1974 architecture
and
the floor-
tiles don't match
i can't muster
up the strength
or the will to
just put them in envelopes
and let somebody read
them
but Mussolini could

the voices of my peers
smell like candy
before it gets packaged

some look
for the before
some look for the
future
some look for the now
i keep looking for
reason

the books open impertinently
and my ears are shoved
full of forty-
million kilos
of cotton swabs


~Come watch me go broke. i am becoming a sick man.

Love,
Digress.