Poems

BOOKED
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  Nicholas, I’ve warned you

about not paying attention

in my class.

This is your final warning.

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I know you don't get it

the pleasure I feel

when I push down the pedal

the turn of the wheel

 

the buzz of the sander

the whirl of the drill

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Billy chased me round the playground
with hands full of fists

Billy yelled at me across the football pitch
with a mouth full of stings.

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The building is white,
ivy eating its way up the broken walls,
windows small
and scratched.

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and drank soda

and didn’t eat lunch

and I almost got arrested

and I hate math

and tomorrow we have to play basketball in gym class

and I’m not that good

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A new boy joined our class today.
His eyes are red, his skin is grey.
He will not come outside to play.
I think he needs a friend.

Overheard in a Tower Block
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I’m amazing

Seriously I’m really very cool

When I went to school

With the headmaster

I drafed the rules.

 

We studied my hair

My cares

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Miss Flotsam was my reception teacher.
She had travelled the world.
Brown hair turned golden
under distant suns,
clothes carrying colours

BOOKED
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When Mom says

she's decided to go back to work,

you're not too surprised,

'cause you know

how much she misses

being around horses

since Dad moved

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Eyes as wide as continents brim wih the water between.

Seeks a different future. Looks back on what has been.

 

Mouth seeks another language. Shapes a different air.

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