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“The Hallway”
She hadn’t
any place to
be
other than
history class
her slow moving
life
getting lost
in the fast
pace
of the High School
hallway
she navigates
the people
and the protected
islands
of the different
clicks
that seemed on
most days
their only purpose
to exist was
to remind her
she didn’t belong
to anything
or have anyone
to stand next
to her
on some little
out cropping
of bricks
along the well
traveled halls
to call her
own turf,
she can’t help
but look
at all the
Elites
posing for
each other
on the most
central
of all the
locations
when it comes
to places to
be standing
around at
all that smooth
skin
and straight
teeth
with all those
muscles
and the breasts
how did each
girl end up with
a perfect set,
there was a
natural slow
down
in the foot
traffic
as the others
also wanted to
steal glances
of the immortals
that walked among
them
it was funny
how
no one stepped
on their sacred
soil
their was no
intimation
people just knew
whether they
belonged
or they didn’t
a self-regulating
boarder,
she pulled back
on her open
stare
eyes forward
again
and looking down
as she dodges
the flying elbows
of the hallway
melee
and squeezes
through
a small opening
in the crowd
getting into a
faster moving
stream
of people
making good
speed
till she has to
break from
the center of
the flow
to stop at
her locker
where she makes
a quick switch
of books
before cutting
across
a strip of
territory
the band kids
keep trying to
make into their
own
but everyone
just walks on
through
and lots of
people
go out of their
way
to bump into
one of the
band members
to help point out
to them
what their
social standing
really is
she doesn’t know
why
they keep trying
but they still
do,
she steps out
of band country
and becomes part
of the fluid
motion
of the hallway
once again
she drops in
to the wake
created behind
a couple of
varsity football
players
they don’t walk
as fast as
she would like
but she’s safe
from the collateral
damage
inflicted on her
when she has
to spearhead
her own path
at five foot
four inches
the hallway
can feel like
a mosh pit
at times,
the hallway
takes her by
the gym
all the goth
kids
leaning up against
it’s large wall
trying to keep
a hard look
on their face
to match their
fashion choice
of all dark
clothes
and dark
attitudes
but there’s not
a single scar
on any face
in that crowd
and the only
reason
nobody has
kicked them off
that wall
is because nobody
wants it
the male athletes
having a long
standing tradition
at this school
of writing their
names
in urine
on the wall
after a really
big win
fortunately
for the goth
kids
this High School
doesn’t win
all that often,
it wasn’t in till
her Freshmen year
when she first
went by the
wall
that she discovered
black
came in so many
shades
she pictures
one of the goth
girls
standing in front
of her closet
in her matching
black bra
and panties
getting ready for
school
“I’m feeling Happy
today,
I think I’ll wear
some of my
cheerful
light black to school”,
she loses her
beefy wedge
as the two
varsity
football players
that were her
lead blockers
split off
as they are
on the prowl
heading for the
Frosh Cheerleader
tryouts
though
this might be
her first year
here
even she knows
they don’t stand
a chance
with the girls
their linemen
and offensive
linemen at that
the best they
can hope for
is one of those
sign girls
that carry the
banners
in front of
the cheerleaders,
but now that
their gone
the full force
of the hallway
hits her head on
it feels like
she is in a
wind tunnel
with baskets
of dirty laundry
flying around
in it
slapping her
in the face
as she goes
on her way
to class,
she lowers her
head
leaning forward
to cut through
the masses
as the hallway
narrows
and space is
at a premium
there is one
advantage
to being five
four
you are able
to find gaps
unseen by the
other kids
she finally pops
out
where the hallway
widens back out
in front of
a couple of
empty benches
and a single
tree
where most of
the surfers
hang out
but the swells
are running out
of the SW
and the waves
are at five feet
with 20-second
intervals
so this spot
is going to stay
deserted
till some part
of that equation
changes,
she makes a
diagonal slice
towards a smaller
hallway
popular with
the kids that
belong to those
underlying clubs
that no one
important
is ever a
part of
the hallway
goes by all
the rooms used
for chess
French
media and
other school
sponsored clubs
safe havens
for many of the
outcast
but socially
the kiss of
death,
she makes sure
not to look
into any of
the rooms
not wanting to
make eye contact
with someone
inside
and get miss
categorized
as belonging to
one of them
she raises up
her eyes
as she’s clear
of that strip
of rooms
and looks up
at the big
brick wall
thirty feet high
at the end
of this hallway
twenty feet up
written in black
spray paint
is that verse
from “Pink Floyd”
that has graced
more school walls
than any other
in history
“We don't need
no education,
We don't need,
no thought control”
the school
maintenance dept
has taken these
lyrics
off the wall
with a sandblaster
many times
but it is always
back up there
within a few
days
a sort of
cat and mouse
game
that maintenance
got tired of
playing
so they just
pretend
they don’t see
it
and the kids
don’t tag
anything else
a fair compromise
both sides figure,
she starts to
relax
her history class
almost in reach
she takes a
left
at the brick
wall
let’s out a
breath of relief
and takes her
seat
with three minutes
to spare
she sees in
big letters
on the chalkboard
Open Book Test
she is so ready
for this test
she has everything
important
highlighted
in her book,
leaning back
in her chair
she confidently
opens her book
only to see
it’s her math
book
wondering now
why she choose
to put all
her books
in matching book
covers,
she lets out
a heavy sigh
grabs her book
lowers her head
and steps
back out
into the hallway…
Tom Allen…05-15-2018…
She hadn’t
any place to
be
other than
history class
her slow moving
life
getting lost
in the fast
pace
of the High School
hallway
she navigates
the people
and the protected
islands
of the different
clicks
that seemed on
most days
their only purpose
to exist was
to remind her
she didn’t belong
to anything
or have anyone
to stand next
to her
on some little
out cropping
of bricks
along the well
traveled halls
to call her
own turf,
she can’t help
but look
at all the
Elites
posing for
each other
on the most
central
of all the
locations
when it comes
to places to
be standing
around at
all that smooth
skin
and straight
teeth
with all those
muscles
and the breasts
how did each
girl end up with
a perfect set,
there was a
natural slow
down
in the foot
traffic
as the others
also wanted to
steal glances
of the immortals
that walked among
them
it was funny
how
no one stepped
on their sacred
soil
their was no
intimation
people just knew
whether they
belonged
or they didn’t
a self-regulating
boarder,
she pulled back
on her open
stare
eyes forward
again
and looking down
as she dodges
the flying elbows
of the hallway
melee
and squeezes
through
a small opening
in the crowd
getting into a
faster moving
stream
of people
making good
speed
till she has to
break from
the center of
the flow
to stop at
her locker
where she makes
a quick switch
of books
before cutting
across
a strip of
territory
the band kids
keep trying to
make into their
own
but everyone
just walks on
through
and lots of
people
go out of their
way
to bump into
one of the
band members
to help point out
to them
what their
social standing
really is
she doesn’t know
why
they keep trying
but they still
do,
she steps out
of band country
and becomes part
of the fluid
motion
of the hallway
once again
she drops in
to the wake
created behind
a couple of
varsity football
players
they don’t walk
as fast as
she would like
but she’s safe
from the collateral
damage
inflicted on her
when she has
to spearhead
her own path
at five foot
four inches
the hallway
can feel like
a mosh pit
at times,
the hallway
takes her by
the gym
all the goth
kids
leaning up against
it’s large wall
trying to keep
a hard look
on their face
to match their
fashion choice
of all dark
clothes
and dark
attitudes
but there’s not
a single scar
on any face
in that crowd
and the only
reason
nobody has
kicked them off
that wall
is because nobody
wants it
the male athletes
having a long
standing tradition
at this school
of writing their
names
in urine
on the wall
after a really
big win
fortunately
for the goth
kids
this High School
doesn’t win
all that often,
it wasn’t in till
her Freshmen year
when she first
went by the
wall
that she discovered
black
came in so many
shades
she pictures
one of the goth
girls
standing in front
of her closet
in her matching
black bra
and panties
getting ready for
school
“I’m feeling Happy
today,
I think I’ll wear
some of my
cheerful
light black to school”,
she loses her
beefy wedge
as the two
varsity
football players
that were her
lead blockers
split off
as they are
on the prowl
heading for the
Frosh Cheerleader
tryouts
though
this might be
her first year
here
even she knows
they don’t stand
a chance
with the girls
their linemen
and offensive
linemen at that
the best they
can hope for
is one of those
sign girls
that carry the
banners
in front of
the cheerleaders,
but now that
their gone
the full force
of the hallway
hits her head on
it feels like
she is in a
wind tunnel
with baskets
of dirty laundry
flying around
in it
slapping her
in the face
as she goes
on her way
to class,
she lowers her
head
leaning forward
to cut through
the masses
as the hallway
narrows
and space is
at a premium
there is one
advantage
to being five
four
you are able
to find gaps
unseen by the
other kids
she finally pops
out
where the hallway
widens back out
in front of
a couple of
empty benches
and a single
tree
where most of
the surfers
hang out
but the swells
are running out
of the SW
and the waves
are at five feet
with 20-second
intervals
so this spot
is going to stay
deserted
till some part
of that equation
changes,
she makes a
diagonal slice
towards a smaller
hallway
popular with
the kids that
belong to those
underlying clubs
that no one
important
is ever a
part of
the hallway
goes by all
the rooms used
for chess
French
media and
other school
sponsored clubs
safe havens
for many of the
outcast
but socially
the kiss of
death,
she makes sure
not to look
into any of
the rooms
not wanting to
make eye contact
with someone
inside
and get miss
categorized
as belonging to
one of them
she raises up
her eyes
as she’s clear
of that strip
of rooms
and looks up
at the big
brick wall
thirty feet high
at the end
of this hallway
twenty feet up
written in black
spray paint
is that verse
from “Pink Floyd”
that has graced
more school walls
than any other
in history
“We don't need
no education,
We don't need,
no thought control”
the school
maintenance dept
has taken these
lyrics
off the wall
with a sandblaster
many times
but it is always
back up there
within a few
days
a sort of
cat and mouse
game
that maintenance
got tired of
playing
so they just
pretend
they don’t see
it
and the kids
don’t tag
anything else
a fair compromise
both sides figure,
she starts to
relax
her history class
almost in reach
she takes a
left
at the brick
wall
let’s out a
breath of relief
and takes her
seat
with three minutes
to spare
she sees in
big letters
on the chalkboard
Open Book Test
she is so ready
for this test
she has everything
important
highlighted
in her book,
leaning back
in her chair
she confidently
opens her book
only to see
it’s her math
book
wondering now
why she choose
to put all
her books
in matching book
covers,
she lets out
a heavy sigh
grabs her book
lowers her head
and steps
back out
into the hallway…
Tom Allen…05-15-2018…