When I see a chalkboard:
I want to throw hammers
as nails scrape from green surfaces
to my ears (they're attempting to
learn me). I studied the waves
as long as I could
before I burst into
shames.
Shorter lists
and ready fists
shibboleth each other
until observers
effect pain
upon my listening fears.
Intonation
and lame jeans
cram my mycelium
into myelin
shielding newness
with conservative verses.
Memory meanders until
a disaster ensures its failure.
That's the lessons of history
and mathematics.
To be watched: student prisons
ensure education
to enliven and elongate
exploitation.
Roman Ryan 