Lecture theatre blues

One hand propping my head up.
I need a pillow or a window
so I can look outside
and repress what is inside.
In a darkened room
the end couldn’t come sooner.
I wouldn’t have a clue
whether the sun or moon is up high.
One eye on the pulpit.
I need those things from
“A Clock-work Orange”
or just a stiff drink and a cigarette.
In a dim-lit theatre
the end couldn’t be nearer.
Who could guess what comes next.
Just hoping for the best
And to get some rest.

First published in Rabelais.