When I was in high school, I loved poetry. Poems covered my two closet doors in my bedroom, and I loved to read and write poems. Of the few things about high school I can look back on with genuine happiness, one was a friend who used to write poems to me, usually in our rather dull Physics AP class. They were a joy to me then and a treasure to me now. Just another joy I derive from the written word.
This poem was written about a very thin white wind-breaker jacket I wore. It truly was worthless. Lol. As I picture it now, I think, “What was the point?” (Also helpful- we called each other Benny. Then and now! And I drove a convertible Mustang in high school.)
Worthless Jacket
The see through
Worthless Jacket
Supposed to be white
The lines and creases
Show 3 chairs away
The hair is still
STRAIGHT
Good thing, though
It looks nice
SPLIT ENDS?
Sorry Doogie
Karate Kid wimp
Always getting Ass
kicked
Benny, Benny, Benny
Funny, funny
LOOK – Ha
Confetti Contempt
You called it a
“Wind breaker”
Then someone
“Broke wind” (Scott L?)
Oster test on Wednesday
Cool,
The worthless jacket
Babble, on and on
Danish and coffee
Who’s that slut
with the convertible
Mustang?
I’m Just Kidding
Sorry to shock you
So. This
Is Facts of
Boredom Volume
3/11/91
The worthless Jacket,
It’s still there
3 chairs away
The Shoes
-Benny
