Late again edit 1 (Leanne)

[Keith]

Edit 3 todd chris ray

We were always late on Mondays,
snow only made it worse.

The light was just behind us,
a cold night's eye opened as you drove.
half asleep I watched the morning making shapes,
dropping through mist pockets
feeling gray-scale against the Mexico’s yellow.
Gently we drifted, millimeters above the apex.

If you’re going to hit a tree
Cedars are splendid and solid.
If you think you might die,
then its shape will be quite dramatic
against the planted bulbs and hand-placed flowers,
a pilgrimage for family and friends,
to find you for a while.

The force broke both my legs.
I couldn't cry,
I had to listen to you choke
as the engine burbled a soliloquy.

Edit 2
We were always late on a Mondays,
snow only made it worse.

The light was behind us,
a cold night's eye opened as you drove,
half asleep I felt gray-scale
against the Mexico’s yellow.
We moved with morning shapes
shifting under pockets of mist.
Gently we drifted,
millimeters above the apex.

If you’re going to hit a tree
Cedars are splendid and solid.
If you think you might die,
then its shape will be quite dramatic
against the planted bulbs
and hand-placed flowers,
a pilgrimage
for family and friends
to find you for a while.
But the plastic wallet
with your picture fades
and flower stems
forget their colour.

The force broke both my legs.
I couldn't cry-
I had to listen to you choke.
In class they waited,
someone made a joke
about crash test dummies,
it turned out to be true.

Original
We were always late on a Mondays,
snow only made it worse,
the college canteen would be wet with slush.
KitKat’s and dish-water coffe
half dispensed and left behind as a warning.
Plastic chairs with cigarette burns
flipped for exiting legs.
Corridors echo empty as cleaners complain
again about the state of the place
and the disgrace of kids today.

The light was just behind us,
a cold nights eye opened as you drove.
half asleep I watched the morning making shapes,
dropping through mountain mist pockets
feeling gray-scale against the Mexico’s yellow.
Gently we drifted, millimeters above the apex
then gone like smoke in a draft

If you’re going to hit a tree
Cedars are both splendid and solid.
If you think you might die,
then it’s shape will be quite dramatic
against the planted bulbs and hand placed flowers.

The force broke both my legs,  
I couldn't cry
I had to listen to you choke.
They were waiting in class,
someone made a joke about us crashing,
it turned out to be sick.