ON THE ROAD

– HIGHWAY 600 .. .

. .. and I am a painter
shocking with a stanley brush
or a stanley knife
the truth is out and squirming
two daisy flowers lie bruised
on the concrete floor that is ripping
holes in the ozone layer
twice, three times over
when what we don’t know
is more than
everything we learnt at my scabby school
except how we learned the alphabet
when were we introduced to paint
or the planet
Watt Tyler and the innocents
how to trace maps
nothing else is equal
no other words and thoughts
except maybe girls
in gym knickers
or defying the teachers
sex class was really bad
the woman who taught us
scaring us silly
about nodules on your willy
crabs on her slash
that’s if you decide to make it
with a girl in your class
had they even heard of condoms?
or conditioning or marketing
everyone pushing you
to do it the way you were taught
I never learned to boil an egg
wash a shirt or pay the bills
600 poems I have written
and so many, many, many more
on scraps of paper
on gas-bill wraps
poems I had thought of
the poetry of my life
some written down in journals
some on on-line sites
reflecting one thing I learned from a Mr. J.D.Laing
and that was by mistake
there is only one thing you cannot fake
speak of what you know
for petty fuck’s sake
fuck you AP, school and
everything I never learned

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