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STUDY TOMB
Soldiers of desks passively command work.
Each pressed with scars and bumps from enemy pens--
impatiently thumping like dull boots marching--
but nothing to write.
Placid chairs "tombstone" lost minds.
Here sat Mark Brady.
JUdith Mann studied for her psych final here.
Students cram for exams.
Mind jars are packed with vital data until they
blow up
leaving a pile of crumbs and books
scattered about thoughts that couldn't be suppressed.
Desire for a doughnut, a wish for a kiss,
a burning need to leave this room.
Oh, if I could just see them, all those dreams
that were killed after conception,
aborted dreams for
whiskey sours, trips to Disneyland, Hostess Ho-Hos.
All monitored in this room, by this room, these chairs, walls.
Dreams fall to their deaths on the back of a psychology book
shot
down
by
a
test.
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