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Mr Salters Chemistry set

So you’re leaving?
Well, It is at moments like this,
I realise there are some things,
we will never, ever understand.

No matter how many ingested instruction leaflets
How every many gatefold sleeves of pictorial
Assembly diagrams

Here’s me a child, trying to digest
the universe totally mind bending
That idea of infinity, what lies beyond beyond-
Its all Quite frightening
but the problem lay closer to home
In more immediate things.

They call them people.

we crawled from the pond
and Started it all
She started it all
a biology teacher, she dissected a rather large froglet-
I hated her for it.
Loathed her.
Let her spike me, high heel like me, hated her secretly, apple eye, gold star,
one day ill be taller than you!
submissive for now
doped
class, on the whole(there’s always a hard nut can’t be cracked, fluke, ginger albino nut), squirmed! WEAK too young WEAK RUNT
As she, the chameleon, took pleasure in explaining
each limb and fibre sliced, scalpel her tool like bone
Every ambionic cell
Every osmotic action
She honed her action demonstrably
Armed with emotion the opposite sex, they devour it seems
so
Where is the text for this  Miss Darwin?
emotions?

And you!
Teachers
Mr Desmond Morris
Your hairy apes don’t help I hate men
Sit on the other side of a fence chew sea kelp
Explain! YOU HAVE BEEN TRODDEN
HEN PECKED THE LAME, A SHAME I SAY
Why Physics gave us Venus and Mars
Pubescent the curious bras for boys to twang
The playful playground games, pocket of poses rang
In ears, we died many times the child, bullied
left the body’s chemistry
To stupid test tube investigations
And lame shy explanations of bird and bee tears.
you all run wild, teachers, never explained emotion
neglected
so
Mr Salter made the chemistry at home
And it all got mixed up
And no one stopped to spend the time
On the emotional side of life
All of these things
Breathe the same space 25 years on
mid life
a vacuum you leave when gone, hurts.

Strange, as I made you dissapear.



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Francine

Thu 21st May 2009 01:38

Awww... I never liked it either... always got someone else to do most of the work...

Fascinated by behaviour and emotions...

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clarissa mckone

Wed 27th Aug 2008 03:28

I remember the same class, I to hated it. I refused to kill the frog. I got in a fight with the girl that cut open the cat, in the cat lab.I had a hard time with the earthworm, I could not kill him. To this day I save them. I understand this poem and could feel your words very well. nice work!

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