Relationships that sink and yet
leave you high and dry, but
complications always arise when
your eye’s not on the ball.
my eyes are on stalks every time that she talks
and she leads me astray at her will,
convention may rule but not in her school,
not when my text book turns into a sex look and she
says to me,
detention at three.
It’s complex, concave, convex,
save me from geometry and the
angles that angle therein.
After detention a month
‘could do better’
the end of the letter the
teacher sent to me.
© 2017, John Smallshaw.