Students on Their Way to Florida

Their young voices
Fill the hallway,
Along with their father’s suitcases
And coolers of beer.
One joker is in shorts already,
Two thousand miles
From sunshine.
Smoky hours
Of pencils pushed
By Benzedrine
Have led to this moment--
And nothing now can spoil it.
What is on tap
Is Dionysian orgy,
Intermingled
With sex
That is indiscriminate
And terrifically meaningless,
Chemistry books
And calculus
Be damned.
A second joker
Brings dope,
While yet a third
Opens his duffel bag
And tucks
A slim volume
Of Schopenhauer
Between a tattered
Tennis shoe
And an orange
Wham-o
Frisbee,
Max flight.


--Boris Victor Stecko