In the night school,
lessons are available in
English grammar,
vivisection,
and the supernatural.
All classes are self-taught.
Ague,
sex,
and substance abuse of all kinds are strictly prohibited,
if nonetheless ubiquitous.
Come down this hallway.
Leave your little candle with the matron.
Leave everything you hold precious crammed inside your cubby;
the night janitor will get rid of it.
Learn to scream silently.
Learn to live without skin.
Learn poetry.
Learn poetry.
Learn poetry.
Such practices
do not belong above ground
among crowds,
in the commonplace glare of simple respectable daylight.
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Yes, yes, yes!
ReplyDeleteCount me in...what time does class start?
ReplyDeleteAs usual, love it!
ReplyDeleteI'll skip the first semester. No cutting open frogs for me. I'll take the second semester of learn poetry, learn poetry, learn poetry.
ReplyDeleteI audited night school for the ostracized once. Loved it.
ReplyDelete~Mary
At midnight of course, DW.
ReplyDeletePouty, no frogs. (Have you ever seen the movie "Foxfire", where Angelina saves the frog?) Ernest Hemingway said writing is easy...just sit in front of your typewriter and bleed. That's the vivisection I was getting at.
So THAT'S how you started!
ReplyDeleteDo I dare say, that one whom can find poetry in the light of day, must be constantly surrounded by the darkness of this place? Very 'cool'
ReplyDeleteKinda like the school of hard knocks.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite!!!
ReplyDeleteI hope this wasnt inspired by a dream .. or if it was that you got back to sleep and had a nicer one
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