Timetable torn in two
Covered in fluff, grit and
Other unidentifiable residue
Instructs you
Where you should be
Weekday between nine and three
If not held together right
You’ll be going to English class
At midnight
A blue pen in hiding
Has blown its cover
Left bendy and limp
Adding its mark to your
Timetable print
But you will struggle on, I know
With tongue stuck out to one side
Concentrating, not daring
To ask for another
The shatterproof ruler
A claim too hard to ignore
Reduced to smaller plastic bits
None of which will measure
Over an inch, I’m sure
But you will have a go
Underlining, shifting, underlining
And shifting
With your bendy limp blue pen
The fallout of wrappers
Of the hubba bubba crew
Shoved in your mouth
One directly after another
Sending your jaw into a
Slow motion, over committed, chew
Breaking down the matter
Of which would
Fill a crack in a nuclear reactor
The tangled and twisted wires
Umbilical cord of twins
Connects to your head
To feed you from a placenta
Of surround sound
Via your ears
It makes you sing so sweetly
Without knowing I can hear
Emptying your blazer pocket
I find you and I feel joy
My beautiful, beautiful boy
Penned in 2015for my beautiful boys