Autumn Song for Alec
or, Who’s that dirty old man leering out of the Chem Dept window?
Summer slowly fades away,
campus flowers even brighter:
hectic striplings seize the day,
shorts get shorter, tops crop tighter;
one last blaze of youth and skin,
refracted in the cooling prism
of early autumn; let’s hope win-
ter eases Alec’s priapism!
(How you doin’ Alec? I hope you’re OK.)