Miss G puts on Chopin
the old record player's
seen better days
one can tell
by the stylus
and the way
Miss G's finger
lifts its down
on the record
I sit at the back
of the class
with a kid named Rennie
Yochana 's at the front
with the blonde girl
-Yochana's dark hair
at shoulder length-
her fingers
pretend playing
on the desktop
her slim body
moving side to side
in the open backed chair
old tit-less thinks
she the pianist
Rennie darkly says
I'm already watching
her hands going cross
in front of her
side to side
and her slim body
captured in my inner
eye and out
and secretly
I blow kisses
at her
when no one's about.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 2:51 AM UTC
Miss G puts on Chopin
the old record player's
seen better days
one can tell
by the stylus
and the way
Miss G's finger
lifts its down
on the record
I sit at the back
of the class
with a kid named Rennie
Yochana 's at the front
with the blonde girl
-Yochana's dark hair
at shoulder length-
her fingers
pretend playing
on the desktop
her slim body
moving side to side
in the open backed chair
old tit-less thinks
she the pianist
Rennie darkly says
I'm already watching
her hands going cross
in front of her
side to side
and her slim body
captured in my inner
eye and out
and secretly
I blow kisses
at her
when no one's about.
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