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.
Ā© 2012, S.D. McKinley
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Composition: Ex-Green Grass

2 replies on “Composition: Ex-Green Grass”
Interesting piece. What’s the inspiration behind this? š®
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. š