Campus

Concrete and mud
Glass and herbs
A space to live and a space to think
Within the confines
Of our ever decreasing means

A constant noise
The whine
The bump
The moan
The infinite inhabitants, oblivious
To a world beyond their walls

Early mornings, always
Six AM and sober as hell
Awake, alive, alone?
Thought process
And the wish of a dream


A long walk
Immersed or otherwise
To pay for an untimely death
And back again
To the abode that will never be home

Strangers and friends
And neither
The entities, the ghosts
That walk among us
Forever unknown, an eternity of mute
Shapes, passing through, going home