University Intellectualism

Fire of heaven raging

hot desert in the brain

parched mud and gaping patterns

crazy on an empty plain.


Dust drifts, clogs the cracks

stifles mischief in lost corners hiding

and chokes with glee

the joyous chuckle in the throat.


Fade far you songsters

splitting clay is not for you,

hot breath of scorching sun

evaporating dew.

Succour for the wild land

weeping rain

open once ephemeral buds

then droop your heads in shame


The crevices are brimmed by tears

and greasy clay -

I am bound by fears

and seek for wind blown hay.