Chalkboard Nails

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 

Shorter lists
and ready fists
shibboleth each other
until observers 
effect pain
upon my listening fears.

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

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