School Spirit
Welcome to where school spirit
Has no class
And
Comes to die.
Exit the bullseye daggers
That pockmark childhoods’s scalded pig belly
And give a greased pitchfork’s prod
To eat itself alive,
As death chases its galaxy coiled tail
And plunges your corner painted pariahs
Into the silent snares of icy waters
As your dark laughs
Are carried with the black current,
Trauma captives
Tethered to the wayward whim
Of your brutish fancy,
Still recalling the way
Your bronzed power suit
Towered over me
And pronounced me the class idiot
And a grandstanding faux extraordinaire
From the wrong side
Of our nowhere two horse town
Slain on wraparound morphine tracks.
Then you marked me a legend
But in my own mind,
When I was 16
And already being skinned alive
By the roving predators
In the mangling machine of life,
Yet whatever devil spawned
The bullying ogre of your throwaway words,
Shredded my black and blue heart
Until I was only ash
And vacant eyes.
I think you pissed on the carpet of my soul,
Just because you could.
But whatever,
So long
Farewell
Find God
Plant a tree.
Your cheerleaders have long since gone home.