winter break
it was a voluntary quarantine
back in january of eight-two
campus town nearly deserted
the old house breathing heavily
single pane windows fogging over
the dragon in the basement
lay restless & toying with fire
keeping the water flowing
and feverishly gnawing at
the golden chains that bind him
inside the fourth floor dormer
alien freshmen feast & party
on quaaludes & bubble hash
second-hand smoke & laughter
overtaking the ductwork
february two thousand twenty-two
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memories? fond or otherwise?
yes something like that ~ very perceptive