higher EdJuCaiSHuN

Welcome to the PTA,
peace rallies,
hippies hip-hugging screaming some
'welcome to the warground',
battlecry, getting
angry-at-God-angry-at
everyone
who looks their way.
Or any other.

These now are the
textbook writers,
the intellect riders smoked out
on seeping stone--
hard rock instead of hard knocks;
no one gets to push them down.

They could cry.

C O N F O R M

or

CONFIRM,

to be consise,
we are not sure anymore--
someone taught us
teaching
doesn't matter in this
mad hatter march hare-
brained system.

(of a down)

Lol-
ling heads,
banging, finger food
for thought, this
foreign language so--
what is one plus one,
if not eleven?
And where the hell does
Darwin go,
when he dies?

Pick me teacher,
pick me

up, pick up sticks sliding
back down in the background
while Simon Says who gives a fuck
and moves up anyway;
why excel when everyone is
THE SAME

(conform/confirm/confess?)

in gradebook slot a going into
tab b, square holed for circular logic?
If ignorance is bliss,
no one has to cry.

youcannotpushusdown
ifwerefusetofuckingclimb

May I be excused?

Everything else is.

AKL 4/2007