In Maths class
I'm lost
clashing with the crushing Calculus
tangled in a skein of Algebra
getting slapped
& slapped
for my lack
of mathematical knowledge.
'I am not a number...
...I am a free man! '
I howl
in my best PRISONER
voiceover.
Now Science is fast
leaving me behind.
I scream
into the ignorance I am:
'Open the pod doors, Hal! '
'Open the pod doors, Hal! '
Now I'm lost
in space
Go home
relieved at last
from the throes
of my learning
switch on
the T.V.
Hear the music
blossoming
into ethereal voices
Kirk
& me
darinto
boldly go
where every schoolkid
goes every Wednesday
ever daring to
split the infinitive.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-60-s-kid-for-scarlett/
