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.

.

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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.
    Andrew

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