Interlude

The kerb is grey and gritty, so shitty,
Down by the garages behind our house,
Better than school and double English though.
We lie on our backs, practicing smoke rings,
Chewing gum and watching our little puffs
Drift up free ‘til they dissolve in the sun.
Birds chirp, we doze, on our concrete pillows,
Content, ‘til in the distance, the bell screams.

The sun clouds over, ominous darkness,
Our feet slap the pavement, now soaked with rain.
I stamp on worms that cross my path; vengeance,
On anything, doesn’t matter, my breath
Comes fast as we race for the gate through the
Corridors and enter. ‘Sorry we’re late.’