Indulged in some movies last night including Heathers which I’ve had a hankering to watch; delighted to find that it’s still exceptional, blackly funny and stands the test of time. Nostalgia inducing, high school was hell, as Veronica observes, though I liked my friends. Well, most of them. All I wanted to do was get the hell out of there though, putting in the required effort to graduate. This recent poem seems apropos.

FIELD TRIP

Take umbrage.

Sour all I have.

Do not rock kismet,

Delight in peals of spring.

Mired, I flicker, follow

A waif; wily, poisonous, we

Pervert high school rituals,

Clawhammer rivals,

Blind to the nests,

Cocoons, hives, shells,

Snoozing in biology class,

Oblivious to organisms

Living in, on, through us.

All escape our attention.

I know I must

Observe, take notes.

Name stars and species,

Salvage withered specimens,

Friends. Repair things

Beyond repair.

Sail toward a ship.