And now,
now you are always in school…
Measured by
believable
pixelated yardsticks
a slice on the bias
that slaps
pictured apples,
orange paintings, and
full-on lemon poetry with umbrella measure
–umbrellas the stoners can’t manage–
since they wear skullcaps,
mirrored sunglasses,
and hang out behind the church getting high…
Skyscraping comparisons are made
— different trains on the same track–
blue-printing incidental white lies
as instant if forced word problem
that chalks up hourly.
like flies on seriously rotted cafeteria food.
(a selection of diamonds, meerkats, and tomatoes)
but really,
how often do those things blend
outside of news streams?
–of Stone Soup?
–of 20 questions?
Highest heels ricochet down interminable halls
> the ones no one wears for long <
echoing with authority
but the cool kids
were never in the building
they went off campus for lunch
and never came back…
Never noticed
your mad moves
–my sick skills–
and
his individuated conformity–
scribbling across yearbooks
(or 50x a day book)
who cares if the picture rubberstamped
(Mr. President, in each instance)
is photo-bombed
its transcendent caption
just the littlest bit obscene…
As long as the vote’s in
for prettiest lies.
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