A Greeting

To the exuberant forces of you-can’t-forget

Greeting with poppies drugged into exhaustion.

“how Are You?”

In the messy cheers of food caught in teeth

Causing starvation

For the gutless

And gluttony for illusion.


It’s not too bad

Remembering the reasons we made it.

Could be worse

Than the craved academic.


I remember nothing more than drugs

And a mixed classroom of

I wish


I can’t

Deadlocked to unmistakable

I will.


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