She’s just a chick
Greenfield said
they don’t amount to much
as he saw you gazing
at the girl whose name
you thought was Jane
walking alone
down the school passage
in morning recess
you need to get your head
around something serious
like who’s going to win
the school football trophy
or take on Big Brophy
in the school boxing finals
but you saw her hips
move ever so slightly
and her grey school skirt
go sway like caught
by some unseen wind
and you imagined maybe
you could have walked
beside her
and taken her hand
and have said
hey Sweetie
how about a kiss?
but getting back
to reality
you knew you’d say
**** all and your tongue’d
get stuck to the roof
of your mouth
and you’d stutter
like some **** fool
hey Greenfield said
you coming
or are you going to watch
the chick’s sweet ***
going over the horizon?
and he laughed
and you both
walked on
to the woodwork room
where Chiselhead
would be waiting
and the smell
of wood and glue
and unwashed bodies
hung in the air
and you imagined
she was on her way
to the gym
for the workouts
and climbing frames
with other girls
in their gym wear
and you stuck
in the woodwork room
with glue and wood
and tools and boredom
not watching her
not being there.
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 3:02 PM UTC
She’s just a chick
Greenfield said
they don’t amount to much
as he saw you gazing
at the girl whose name
you thought was Jane
walking alone
down the school passage
in morning recess
you need to get your head
around something serious
like who’s going to win
the school football trophy
or take on Big Brophy
in the school boxing finals
but you saw her hips
move ever so slightly
and her grey school skirt
go sway like caught
by some unseen wind
and you imagined maybe
you could have walked
beside her
and taken her hand
and have said
hey Sweetie
how about a kiss?
but getting back
to reality
you knew you’d say
**** all and your tongue’d
get stuck to the roof
of your mouth
and you’d stutter
like some **** fool
hey Greenfield said
you coming
or are you going to watch
the chick’s sweet ***
going over the horizon?
and he laughed
and you both
walked on
to the woodwork room
where Chiselhead
would be waiting
and the smell
of wood and glue
and unwashed bodies
hung in the air
and you imagined
she was on her way
to the gym
for the workouts
and climbing frames
with other girls
in their gym wear
and you stuck
in the woodwork room
with glue and wood
and tools and boredom
not watching her
not being there.
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