Pink and Red:
And she sat and cussed herself,
Because everybody knows that pink and red
Look terrible together.
And she leaned down to grab
Goldfish pretzels, but there weren’t any
And she stood up and let the tears
Streak away, where they belonged
And on her cheeks they fell not but ran further down.
And she gave a yawn of the sort when life
Becomes sad since everybody knows
And nobody knows, but they think that they
Do know, when they really don’t.
And it makes things worse when
The pink and red run together.
And she capitalizes all her R’s
Then they ask her why
And it’s a question she can’t answer.
She just likes the way that R feels
And her notebook paper is littered
With all those big R’s.
And her heart breaks
When she see’s a striped candy,
It’s pink and red too
And it smells like somebody
Who was once very special
And she regrets, but at the same time doesn’t
It just hurts to see and smell
And you know things are forbidden
But that makes you cry.
And they think that they know, but they really don’t.
do not frown.
Swift feet roll
Around and about and into
Bumping walls unintentionally
Asking if we are okay
Eyes shifty looking
Watching the room
Girls wanly smiling
People tripping over feet
And those crazy moments,
Head over heels,
And the room is round,
And we glue our eyes to floors,
And lights make it hard
Those who show off
And those who enjoy
Fall too often.
Such a shifty, wan, bright,
Such a round, tripped, light
Too few big words, too many shifty eyed boys.