Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Spontaneous Word Poem

He ran to a place,
any place, from elementary school
a person followed in pursuit,
that teacher from LA.

He climbed, they jumped
he slipped, the shouted with
the teacher from LA.

Cops drive, principals slip away, for
they hit, they lie
like the teacher from LA.

School House Rock destroyed him,
other kids were broken,
but he would not be broken,
by the teacher from LA.

They came across the alleyway,
he slipped by unnoticed,
beams of light grazed him as he saw walk by,
that teacher from LA.

He ran to someone, someplace,
any place,
that apartment!
In the dark of a bush
the teacher from LA.

He opens the door-
damn! it's locked!
Smells the sweet lavender
on her cheeks and knows the chase is over
he turns and faces the teacher from LA.

1 comment:

Jan said...

Like your new photo! Interesting poem! Love, Grandma Jan