history is a snivelling beast in a cheap tweed suit

failure reflected in its horn-rimmed glasses

scratching and scrawling the same shit on the blackboard

 

i am a truant

you are a truant

 

when we bother to show up

we sit and fiddle with our cocks

pass notes about absent friends

pickle ourselves with false ideals

weld and solder and piss away our blood

take snapshots of dying children

with ever smaller lenses

we learn to pass exams

we learn to pass exams

we learn

to pass

exams

 

the sun set last night

in a shower of green and red