Quaint
6 October
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I wrote flowers on the board of the English room my teacher told me to take them down I'm not sorry.
I'm no Kerouac and I shouldn't have to be.
Would adults like my prose? I'm not school appropriate I might be a communist.
I've written novels.
Teachers wouldn't like them, wouldn't approve. My words are queer and so are my characters. My feedback would be an appointment slip to the counselor. I swear I'm okay I have a high IQ.
I've written poems.
Which one should I read to the class on October 14th? I may not be seen the same way again but my actions are already rebellious. I've watched the movies I know how it goes.
I wake up in the dark and children scream in my ears.
Worrying about college is commonplace.
America what have you done to me?
I'm scheduling a heart attack at age 32. I hope the funeral home is kind enough to supply me with a pencil -- or a fountain pen because I'm pretentious. My fingers move restless in the grave. I can continue to write obscenities in a sacred place. I'll throw a party in Hell if I'm lucky but it'll just be a poetry reading about cock.
Maybe the fire-drinkers want prose, eh? I have many a tale of death in which I use the full line.
I can't touch my toes but that's alright. My meanest friend says I have grubby hands anyway. Our article of the week was about antibacterial soaps and how they're as ineffective as persuasion against me. I'm educated about this. My mom's a lawyer I come prepared.
Hipsters killed my crops. They said farming is too mainstream I lit their cigarettes on fire again I won't apologize.
I've been drowned by new visions and left out to dry.
What's in your alphabet soup? How many letters does it take to pound shrieks out of schoolteachers? It's a case study don't worry about my intentions.
I hide soda cans in my room and the only thing that spills on the floor is my laughter I prefer it to Mozart.
Quaint -- what a nice word I guess you could say it's just that.
I was betrayed in preschool and now I'm insane.
How do numbers even work in Dutch? Confusion is all I can figure out, but I still failed that word on the test.
There's a deer galloping through the field over there do you see it?
Step on the break I'm getting out.
Who else notices the texture of the ground? I could go back in time here and skin my knees once or twice just to say I've lived wouldn't that be hilarious.
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