One nodding,
on one desk lolling.
One plus one
is 2.
The voice tells them to --
Rub out the chocolate
curses, with salt
on their thumbs,
from their temples.
Granite feet, weighty
and dripping white
on their foreheads;
a temple built over
the temple ground.
Sacred secretions.
What
happened?
A nod means yes.
Up, down;
a nod means
Yes.
But is it not strong to refuse?
To be with them when
they blot out blue
tears
in the paper
of consciousness.
I refused the lol
-lipop
for a day of classes.
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