Schoolday of Reckoning

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
recovering from high school, where things might've ended so much worse

Submitted: June 08, 2007

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Submitted: June 08, 2007



School Day of Reckoning

No one ever
Met me in
Stairwell to morning
Spell of high school

Because surely
I dreamt it

Like guns
Supposed themselves into
Until the next random search

So I scour
The recoiling hallways
Where more than a few
Kicked-in protean souls pretended

A false sense of immortality

Careful to blow cigarette
Smoke through the nostrils

While the boys joked about rape
And the girls debated whether

They could get AIDS from swallowing

By the time I found myself
In the cavernous cafeteria
With a mind more or less

The monster had fully
And attached itself
To my brain stem

Thus instinct became
A religion
Of creating demons

Then killing them
With trident senses

And no one ever
Gauged what I said
Or more often didn't say
For all that came out

Turned out to be
Prophecy, anyway

By the final period
I felt the final hour descending
From both sides
Of the universe
In a cloud

And chemical black

But the monster said
"If the legions come they won't
Touch us"
For we both had become
Not fire or air

But the afterthought of both

So we rode home
On a bus floating on
Prism colours

Plotting our happy vengeance.

By R P Webster

January 5, 2007

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