A fluorescent light
blinks over
tired sun-burnt faces
looking sideways
out of hooded college sweat shirts
while a balding man
explains where
wisdom and understanding
can be found.
Few bibles are open.
The bubbly girls are yawning
while the chubby-funny guys
are more asleep than awake.
I'm watching a bug circle the room
trying to remember how to spell
hallelujah.
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3 comments:
i'm glad this one isn't prefaced by "borderline" because i like it a lot.
the only problem I have with this is the line breaking at the end makes me wonder if you can't spell or just can't spell hallelujah.
If its hallelujah, this is the good poem.
ditto to both.
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