Lectures on Literature and Life
My pen hits the paper
in Professor Leypoldt's lecture
and while listening
to words of famous poets
I scribble down
words
of my own.
And I hear him quoting
angel headed hipsters
but I
am a sad eyed student,
not able to keep eye contact
with the nice girl
in a row ahead,
yet composing a story
that was to be read
in Creative Writing
the next day.
With two glasses
of Sherry
and one
bottle
of
beer.
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