09-30-2014, 10:23 AM
(08-05-2014, 08:50 AM)Keith Wrote: You don’t forget a covalent bond I like the first line but there seems something awkward rhythmically speaking in this first stanzaOverall a very interesting a fun read
when pupils are dressed as beach balls,
and tectonic plates are easy to grasp
when desks divide a continent.
But Billy Bentham this stanza is much better rhythmically speaking
had a pub lunch
and came back with greasy lips,
ready to burst and beat the shit
out of any would-be noise maker,
rule breaker, I wasn't a chance taker.
So I sat and watched
the playing field crows
meeting at the murder.
Dodging the borrowed shorts brigade
skulking off for a bike shed smoke,
with pale legs and black plimsolls,
a flat footed 1500 meter cough.
Others went to Malham cove
so they could recall a limestone pavement,
categorise real rock samples, categorize
with home made hammers,
too precious to throw away
like the memories they still keep,
nearly thirty years later.
But Billy Bentham had a bulbous nose,
riddled with tiny red veins,
each one swimming in whiskey,
the fumes were monotone
that killed inflection,
dictated daily from a syllabus bed time book.
He was easily mistook, Maybe no comma here... I'm not sure
for a teacher. This ending seems a little sharp considering the flow of the rest of the poem. I am sure you could make one just as impacting... maybe a little longer
Call me Ben

