*CLAP* YOU COME HERE !
Volts in his veins shot up through
his laser tinted glasses
Spit clutching his rusty beard
Tonsils raw like those of
Daniel Day Lewis in Gangs of New York.
He took me to see the head
she looked at me pathetically
no knee nor breast
or place to rest
and recover in her royal blue suit
to sit at peace with her perfume.
At home,
dizzy with regret,
I threw up my dinner
My head pounded.
Mum came in the next day
he became a charmer,
worked his side parting
Got a glint in his eye.
Said I could sit at the front
of the class with him,
I looked down at the boat on my blazer
knew it wouldn't keep dry.
It wasn't long before another CLAP.
My work in the bin
Marched to the hall
and sat with my hands on my head
for 20 minutes with him.
The next day, a new School
I was happy to let that boat drown in his spit.