In Maths class
I'm lost
clashing with the crushing Calculus
tangled in a skein of Algebra
getting slapped
& slapped
for my lack
of mathematical knowledge.
'I am not a number...
...I am a free man! '
I howl
in my best PRISONER
voiceover.
Now Science is fast
leaving me behind.
I scream
into the ignorance I am:
'Open the pod doors, Hal! '
'Open the pod doors, Hal! '
Now I'm lost
in space
Go home
relieved at last
from the throes
of my learning
switch on
the T.V.
Hear the music
blossoming
into ethereal voices
Kirk
& me
darinto
boldly go
where every schoolkid
goes every Wednesday
ever daring to
split the infinitive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha! And not to mention the bravery of returning to that same class the next day (and for me, the next year! !) determined to 'go where I have never gone before' - - to a passing grade! !