Lying In An Empty Hallway

Any college student should identify with this.

How often

Have I laid my lazy crown

Upon a rolled up sweater

On top of my satchel

Eyes heavy with slumber

Unused the previous night

Which was spent bent like a hunchback

Over volumes that concern those who charge me

Cross my legs so as to appear relaxed

To any observant passerby

Rather than spread and sprawl

In the positions of true sleep

My eyes, freed of glasses (which lie near my head)

Squint to see the

Miniscule patterns

That appear upon close inspection

Of these cinderblock walls

(All covered with the same plastic paint

Of an off-white

The world over

One wonders if they come in any other style)

In them

I see vast landscapes

Filled with tiny men

Going about tiny business

Smooth white hills are their home

Circular dips and drips

They are not so different from me

I think

I think

I’d prefer to be one of them.