Summer School Senryu
(1)
PRE-TEST
It's
like light rain
heard
outside a window--
students
writing.
(2)
CLASSWORK
Binders
opening
and
closing--popcorn,
popcorn,
popcorn!
(3)
FRIDAY TEST
Chair
leaning back,
looking
for answers
in
the ceiling.
(4)
STUDENT DESK
Orange
edged,
scraped
wood butterflies
leave
graphite droppings.
(5)
NO LOCKERS
On
the tables of
the
Creative Writing class,
Algebra
and Calculus books.
Walk a Mile in Black Nike's
They
were a birthday gift from my love.
The first pair of this brand I've ever possessed.
They're light and springy.
Fun to walk in.
I'm almost bouncing every day.
But my feet are cold when it's chilly outside.
No kicks ever did that before.
I can feel a breeze through them.
I bound to the car feeling younger.
Step on the pedals.
Sense the give.
Reminds me of you know who
as I remember to think about it.
I go to school, lunch, back home.
When I am free, I spend time with her.
Take 'em off.
That's even better.
Then I ponder...
who made the shoes.
Knowing
the answer all along.
The Single Hit in High School
when my best friend
pitched me
an easy gopher to smack
for a double
other than that, I had
to figure out how
to get the other guys
to like me
every lunchtime some of
us would hang
in the band room to
listen to records
there I discovered
Emerson, Lake & Palmer
more importantly I
realized I could be
a one boy licorice
pizza dealer
I was home taping
anyway
selling my long players
back to the store
so if I might turn on
my friends
into buying elpees from
me...
I sold them Chicago
They requested Bad
Company
I became their agent
to easily fulfill
musical desires
I was even allowed to
post
sales flyers on
classroom walls
the result, I was asked
to join a band
but I couldn't play an
instrument
only wrote poems
my buds said we need a
singer songwriter
I penned Statues,
lyrics about icons
my religious fellow
bandmates didn't appreciate
my secular vision, thus
ending
my short-lived rock and
roll career
you better stick to
poetry man
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