ungenerous day, fifty some years ago, on a relative basis;
it was every first day's school launch, unreal hallways
lead ballooning sandwiches, a plan to escape,
my satisfaction, squirming through unfeeling
hallways, another hallway, to the basement, stair unwell,
red plastic covering with the little dots to keep the little
sneakers from falling back up to English class;
can it be history every period? can sentences incomplete
on the newest acronym for a medium old novel that I
will only pretend to read? please, assign seats, I do not
have the confidence to find the confident,
while I confidently wish I did;
may there be May in my near future, for this September day
is drawn on infinite butchering paper, a new three rings
who will haunt me until I find the eye in the sky
and answer its multiple choice volcano
Roman Ryan 