School

My ears quake as boys and girls 

Of all shades and hues romp the halls,

Their lips painting portraits of marijuana green, 

Fueled by the red brush of a flame. 

There’s a loudness to their mutterings of the 

Solemn words:

“Late Last Night”.

But mutters shouldn’t be that loud, should they?

There’s a girl over there 

Whose mouth has painted its fair share of lustful landscapes,

And boys in black and white who will do anything 

For a piece of her color.

In long, numbing hallways, 

There are mobs of dwarves in grey

And rats in brown

And one

Illuminating

Angel.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, i remember this...high school hallways...all the talking, much of what shouldn't be out loud...but is.

you really get us there...this brings us back...

nice work.