School

The brick buildings wear their grime organically like an old tattoo
They chainsmoke vats of meatloaf
Cars line it's perimeter like British guards
Or shiny bug carcasses
The swarm resurrected when the bell shrieks like canaries do in poison caves
The janitors shuffle the halls
With their octopus mops
In their Bleach and vomit water tanks
Teachers rhythmically repeat their lessons in the careful practices meter
They dust of the same jokes they've told since they're shiny red apple days
Way back when they dreamed of standing on desks in their work pumps
dad bought them as a graduation present