Afternoon Transformation


Shirt wriggled, hung

broad tailed, tie loose knotted,

sock ankled.


At lights hitting

the walk button that’d blow

up the mathematics block. Unkempt

doesn’t reflect on him

but fashions his scorn

for Miss forcing

x – 3 = fix


your uniform.

“Where is your hat?”

y + up yours

he wishes he  could say

louder.  Her eyes heard

it anyway.


Taking time in the mirror

to fix skate cap 12deg from centre, shorts

2/7ths below boxers.  A new


slouch on a deck

of forward momentum.



4 thoughts on “Afternoon Transformation

  1. studied nonchalance.
    we did it in the fifties, the sixties, etc.
    but this generation has no style. male cleavage cannot be cool.

    oh sorry – the poem? yeah – I think you nailed it, apart from the algebra – got your + and – mixed up there a bit.

  2. brilliant, Andrew!

    I loved this bit –

    “your uniform.
    “Where is your hat?”
    y + up yours
    he wishes he could say
    louder. Her eyes heard
    it anyway.”

  3. Cheers Andrew

    I’m not really sure where this came from. I did attend a school with a strict uniform policy but that was over 15 years ago. I had fun writing it anyway.

    Thanks for stopping by and leaving your feedback.

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