Poetry From The Cud:
Secret
Matthew Kennett

 

A secret

Became a whisper

Like a teenager

I never kissed her

A dream

Sold on as abduction

Some place I've always

Never been

 

A secret

Became a whisper

Adulthood's trumpet

Shoved up my keyster

And over his glasses

The headmaster peers

The end of this frightful class

Nears

 

NB: The above was written some twenty years ago under the duress of a sixteen-year-old's academic and hormonal frustrations.

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