Composition: Ex-Green Grass

Ex-Green grass is our only way to class – on the concrete we talked, taunted and balked. Once again, it’s the season of treason. Another school year begins, as the crater pretends. In garden city, a parabola of ray dens. It’s where and when the teachers are half-friends. Sitting down as the class clown, but this new year biting the tounge a bit more than before. Recess was always a test of the trouble, more or less. Punching all the little gold, glass helmets. I ended up in detention. We met. Lysergic dreams came upon me. Encyclopedia remediator. The bell rang, and I stepped out, still tripping into a redecorated, non-hallucinated mess. It musta been a horrific master plan of a sketch against our lack of moral interest. I guess it is good we are still one, after all. It was more than a whole ‘lotta miraculous fun.

© 2012, S.D. McKinley

By S.D. McKinley

S.D. McKinley lives in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia. He was born in the first half of the 1980's and grew up in Wisconsin as a young boy, then moved to Georgia when he turned exactly twelve years old. During teenage years, he raced dirt track go karts and played guitar. He discovered his current love for all kinds of art after his mid-life crisis at 25 years old. S.D. McKinley began writing books in 2017.

2 replies on “Composition: Ex-Green Grass”

It’s a combination of memories of growing up in High School, futuristic vision, ironic outcomes to situations and a couple of fantasy elements. Thank you for reading, Lashaan. 😁

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