' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' A 60's Kid(For Scarlett) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

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.