the government-green
corridor
at the back of the
high school
where we went for
metalwork
against my will
I meet often in
dreams
I think it was
behind the big stairs
with the huge
painting of the Strathnaver
and
a whole world of imperial liners behind it
labyrinth
of scarlet sorrow
the dusty guilt of
my ancestors
and settlers by the
ton
later I worked in
the old
Industry House
torn down for
asbestos
its corridors were
curved
like a spaceship
its elevator
exposed to the skyline
later, I made up
guitar songs
that went
night light
and bell
oh corridor girl
…
corny and sad like the popular
music
of the day
but much later
now
they stick with me.
yes, schools were great places! Even tormenting when you want to forget them. I like the combination of that architecture with the corny songs. That's the pathos of being there.
ReplyDeletethere's a sort of bittersweet thing here, don't exactly want to forget, nor to remember!
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