Dazzling

Room 524

From Monday to Friday,
for four hourly sessions
you will find me in Room 524.
The walls are that universal,
dirty tone described as Neutral,
towards which my feelings
are not. They are grubby,
scarred by graffiti, bandaged
with posters and propaganda.

Under a Salvador Dali print
there's a faded Fuck You.
A deformed, inflated phallus
is covered by Parts of Speech.
Under the Metaphors poster
lurks a small, limp cock, scrubbed
to a permanent marker ghost,
while MBM 187 hides under Shakespeare,
his portrait, Warhol style.

I write on the white board
about features of language
about the themes of the book
about character development
all eyes on forbidden screens,
not even furtive.
Alone at my fourth wall
I wipe off the white board.
My own Fuck You is hidden from view.