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
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
Deadlocked to unmistakable