Mastering a Head-Trauma  

                                      

                                   

         

     School recovering those letters,

         flying about the page-
 

                                   (to make some sense of it)

                             ‘Tis constant time to line 

                               up words-

                             To obey the classroom  

                                page-                  

          The blackboard sneezes

           flakes of snow-

 

      Achoo my mouth replies-

        as a rash crawls 

        up my arm.

       Itching out repulsive

        responses,I should

         say to raise-

                                     

                                              and on and on we go….

( My dog silently moans

 on my lap 

waiting,

 tirelessly to grab 

my scruff,

 before falling into a               

F’ing seizure ) 

       Sentences, questions, facts,

       unagreeable.

       Sick and tired day to day-

                                             

                                           the blackboard yawns- 

Ringing up the sentence

rings up the reader 

start the sentence 

with ING, to meet 

your  tone of action-                            

ACTIVATE a speed-TO RUN-TO CATCH-                                                

therefore,sprinting, sending,

amending,promising, regarding,

grading, degrading- 

not lamelike; she,he, i-i-i....it, ha,hey... erase, replace-

Slipping and sliding to reach a dot(.) posing with a sideways smiley smile(,) and on and on we go(;)

                       

blink blank as my eye 

 patch slides-

    one side to another

               (My dog  commands

                          my tongue; “sit” and “down” F’ing  seizure)

   Shall I be stoned -       

             

                   in order to laugh 

                       

                            at my weakness? 

                                         Wearing the excuse 

                                         

                                                of laughing at what's

                                                                      not understood-

                              

                      

                                  Chalk on the board laughs in agreement

                                  Guinea pig pinned up  squeezes out an ouch

                          

                    

                      

 Homework ruler taps, 

   

               Words straight up 

with a lack of vocals 

to drink.

          Slouched over a format. 

zig-zagging with fingerless traction.

                           

                                             run on and on and on we go-.

         

                            blackboard sick and tired of my half closed eyes- 

                         

                 pinching my semi- paralysed face- 

                 to wake up 

                 my funeral wake nearly posed

                                                                                                                                                                                           

                       

                            abstract, images,do not chase your tail about-

                                      The chalk sneezes 

                                        flakes of snow-

                                   black board shivers

                                      from the cold-

                               posting a blanket  

                         to warm up for a slumber party-

                            Chaos is legal

                        to create rhythms of fun...

                                       hell -

                                    bells-
                                        correction-

                               neglected -                

           as i sit in the classroom thinking,i can't do versus, before when i didn't want to. 

                The backboard snoring in silence, tired of my scribbled my kinda of  mind  

                                    

Huff and puff the dungeon door drops chains of labor

rocks swaying unbalanced as the river dashes aside

                   

                                 King comes forth,”thou…”

         my eyelids are laced

         in shackles. covering 

         my mouth with silence,

         feet in a fury to run-

                    into a toll booth with with no changes in mind