Trials of a Fresher (Of "Education")

The trials of a Fresher

In a space, mirror at side, a single profile dithers
Tall wardrobe beside, mimicking a clothes hanger.
Short shelf by dirty plate, cuttlery and pan littered
And a skyscraper strut of books that barely supports.

Punk rock duly from the omphalic laptop plays,
As a cold waft drifts, entering through an open window.
Catcalls and wolf-whistles, it's ten:fourty-six,
The mobile is silent, the bed behind calls.
But midnight walks, framed in perfection of unsociable hours,
Offer an escape and solitude our rooms will not, cannot allow:

Fox-prints in the snow, punctured by cherry blossoms, pursue
Concrete paths. Veering, ushering the darkness onward
Along a black river, past old buildings, entering auburn parks.
The frozen memory droplets, chased by polluted winds
And the veiled currents that timidly conduct them.
Eudaimonia forever walking beside us, offers a satin hand;
Allowing certain defeat, where victory is less profound.

The white outside, stages screaming actors,
As voices gradually sour, laptop fans hum.
And nearing its end, the song grows louder,
Feet cold. The hands, the fingertips sweating.
Come to bed the silhouette of the brunette begs.

Today ends, tomorrow begins with coaxing exams
That supplement black clouds forming over our heads.
Spoiling of life by langour, distraction and depression
Be absolved,undone and forgotten by research and revision.
Come to bed the silhouette of the brunette begs.