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Poetry By: dadio

Tags: Boys, Girl, School, 1960


Submitted:Feb 13, 2012    Reads: 14    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

She's just a chick

Greenfield said

they don't amount to much

as he saw you gazing

at the girl whose name

you thought was Jane

walking alone

down the school passage

in morning recess

you need to get your head

around something serious

like who's going to win

the school football trophy

or take on Big Brophy

in the school boxing finals

but you saw her hips

move ever so slightly

and her grey school skirt

go sway like caught

by some unseen wind

and you imagined maybe

you could have walked

beside her

and taken her hand

and have said

hey Sweetie

how about a kiss?

but getting back

to reality

you knew you'd say

shit all and your tongue'd

get stuck to the roof

of your mouth

and you'd stutter

like some darn fool

hey Greenfield said

you coming

or are you going to watch

the chick's sweet ass

going over the horizon?

and he laughed

and you both

walked on

to the woodwork room

where Chiselhead

would be waiting

and the smell

of wood and glue

and unwashed bodies

hung in the air

and you imagined

she was on her way

to the gym

for the workouts

and climbing frames

with other girls

in their gym wear

and you stuck

in the woodwork room

with glue and wood

and tools and boredom

not watching her

not being there.


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