Monday

Out of a job

The teacher stands elevated
one two three encyclopedias
volumes cabbage to cyclops
habit to hymen
Rabelais to rotund.

The teacher stands elevated
but turning around sees
that Martha's been eaten by the python
who she had won in the 'Lizzy-at-your-desk-for-a-day' contest
and had been petting rather vigorously.

The remains of Billy,
two sneakers and ankles,
were dangling from the open window
soon disappearing
following the sum of his parts
to a drop.

Dagmara is safely dozing
but the teacher,
budding philosopher,
is still unsure whether or not
dreams can kill.

Jaimee has decided to display
his love for acrobatics
by swinging on the rotating fan
only to be flung dizzy
and crash into the bulletin board;
yes, pushpins can be lethal.

 Elisabeth's eaten peanuts and shouldn't
Phyllis's eaten glue and shouldn't
Fred's shot Lena who's shot Mark.

And so
As fast as you can say
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O PQRSTUVWXYZ,
no student was left sitting, standing, listening, copying, note passing,
whispering, attention non-paying, after-me repeating.

And the teacher
and her blackboard scratched
found themselves
out of a job.
i think i'm more of a philosopher.
The rejected sould who does nothing.
How do you play the bills?
Hey, get that darn money out of the way,
be free! be free!
He's doing what i wants to do.
I am head aching,
Milling through
Resting only with you
Who is warm I am cold,
Cold, warmer,
Colder still, and there!
With you and myself.