A
rowdy class, the
professor puts on music to bring attention, it is an Oi song and the built
skinhead at the front of the class proudly
chimes along with the lyrics. Everyone
stares as the music stops and he continues until reaching
the end of the
song. Small
chair-desks, we are sitting in the kind I hated so much in
high school.
surfacing from my dreams with a small poem
floating in my head..
popsicle peas
and
green cheese,
i'm going to the
beach
to get
sand on my
knees.
washing waves
tide turning green,
return to tell mom
the
wonders i've seen.