My university

You know French perfectly.

Math and logistics too.

You study so well, you do.

Well, so go study!

But listen:

What building stories do you know?

Or songs of trolleycars - tell, me, where did they go?

I've always hated

the fat and the faded

because since childhood I've sung for my supper.

You learn how to sit

and how to please a lady -

Trifling thoughts, worthlessly rattling like ivory copper!

But I, with my audience of a only a building,

Outside all the towers, see what tomorrow will bring.

With rapt attention, the whispering window gnomes

would catch my poems

with condescension.

And later they'd chatter on

about each other

while dangling their tongues like weather cock fighters.