Crashbox

This Idyllic Life

Morning light, empty commons,
Brutal, thick coffee;
The smell of boxed eggs always sickens
But thoughts are mellow and free.
Relentless clock, squint-eyed friends
Alone, but surrounded by
All that absent-minded, self-blinded sappy goodwill

Morning classroom, untethered mind,
Sharp, perceptive man;
The scrape of cold chalk always sickens
Thoughts are jumpy and tan.
Motionless clock, scratch-head friends
Alone, but surrounded by
A world-in-your-head, stomach of lead, sunlit window-sill

Morning over, seething commons,
Loud, hope-filled lunch;
Fake Chinese always sickens
But fortunes pass round as we munch.
Relentless clock, laughing friends
Alone, but surrounded by
Charity true, spilled carrot stew, empty glasses to fill

Afternoon classes, sleep-clogged eyes,
Droning, senseless voices;
Hot, stagnant classroom always sickens
Heads bob without choices.
Motionless clock, restless friends
Alone, but surrounded by
So many half-trying, potato-faced, quivering wills

No more classes, sunset sky,
Relaxed, smiling faces;
In the evening air nothing sickens
Looser tie, looser laces.
Motionless clock, lawn-lounging friends
Alone, but surrounded by
A gold-dipped, sweet-aroma-ed haven in the hills