on the ceiling,
above my bed,
a king of hearts,
shows his head,
stuck to the ceiling,
eternally bound looking down,
scowl in many colours,
en-wrapped in golden gown,
locked in this dormitory,
in this University ‘cupboard’,
the men and women,
they can come and go,
he is pictured in finery,
a royal with a window view,
looking crown on his domain,
but playing card all the same,
life deals the deck,
the cards prefixed,
decisions made,
eyes transfixed,
an exhibit about himself,
a pleasing king of arrogance,
a truly virtuous haughty head,
he is so stuck-up, emotion fled.
