Bohemian Lessonry

Who are you?

Ten colors

On one binary moon,

The white

The black

The many shaded gray

The maria

On the pulse

Of your wrists,

In your furious eyes,

Trembling red,

Like mine,

Behind a mist

On cold lonely nights

Such as this.

"Night", here,

And "here", itself,

Are small words

That anal retentives,

Perfectionists,

And philosophical minds

Ponder and question.

In their poetic interpretations,

Offered at the tables

After nights of reading

No sleeping,

Going deep into the thinking,

Abandoning reason

In whatever way available,

The bohemian student

Of the system

Goes to class

And presents his thesis