for the nth student
rain clouds at 3pm
greyed green absorb
matters of campus consciousness
walking neath slothed clouds
equatorial j.w. turner storms
neath concrete pillars
& erected sands
to the halls – lecture rooms
tutorial cellars – the floors
once swept by last semester’s
feet are again dank & inhabited
by frogs who caint leave us alone
the earth is laid flat
back aching
on the green of the now tired gods:
this is the only begotten
afternoon rain
laid bare & tropical before you
the rain’s a-drumming on sagothatched memoirs
a houseful of masks & tapa patterns
marx assignments & confessional testimonies
& mirrors that promise champagne
satin ecstasies/solitary lake
ghost city of the last graduates
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