This is the first of a cache of poems I wrote way long ago, found while Spring Cleaning. Decided to polish 'em up and submit, seein' as it's Poetry Month.
College Study in your little garret. Try, in your earnest youth, To learn the ins/outs Of mice and men, stars and storms, The ways of your own future heart. Fear and Motivation Await just beyond the ivy covered walls; So take this time, Go to underground movies, Heckle the Bible Thumpers come to save you from your mind. A little learning can be dangerous, yes But never so bad as none. So you play Devil's Advocate over bad coffee, Worse food In featureless halls While you bankrupt yourself and your parents. This is the time of sex experiments upon yourself, Neurons firing wildly under the influence of chemicals and sleeplessness, Until one day you wake up, Pad into some bland communal lavatory, Splash water on your face to clear the clouds, Look up into your young impassive face And at last begin to study, REALLY study. Then somewhere a gate swings softly open, And a true thinker stumbles forth Into the growing light Of the rest of their life.
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