May 2013
a grey, old sky
the pounding light confronts my closed eyes
uncontrollable laughter and whispering
among a group of
people
competitive kids talking trash
conforming, without knowledge or consent deep potholes in the salty road for a
big yellow bus
wipers clean the windshield
thrown to the floor;
a sparkly tin gum wrapper.
ignorance is bliss.
the pounding light confronts my closed eyes
uncontrollable laughter and whispering
among a group of
people
competitive kids talking trash
conforming, without knowledge or consent deep potholes in the salty road for a
big yellow bus
wipers clean the windshield
thrown to the floor;
a sparkly tin gum wrapper.
ignorance is bliss.
(this was an "unplanned collaboration" from my poetry class. each kid wrote a single line or phrase and we all had to make our own poems by scrambling them and changing certain things)
