four-seven-a-a
we sit in moon base four-seven-a-a
i don’t know why they call it that
but there is no reason behind
most things i have ever learned
we sit in an auditorium about hundred kids
with tongues rolled backwards
eyeballs somersaulting in our skulls
on looking the podium pretending
to listen to the special guest lecturer
a couple slips to the restroom
muffled moans caress our pubic hair
girls giggle and boys tremble
in an amusement park not far from here
a spherical structure revolves
earth
from my seat i gaze at the structure
deja vu
the invigilator catches me waving my stick
the kids laugh maniacally sheer hysteria
soon the lecturer retires unexpected silence falls
there’s no sound except flickering of the projector
outside stillness
thoughts of asphyxiation make me uncomfortable
i gaze at the empty space through the polished glass
even those legs at nine’ o clock
could not steal my concentration
as I’d drift away in silent motion