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billie jean

I could hear the cartilage cracking...

I could hear the cartilage cracking,
    Creaking, popping, capillary-snapping,
Fast-lacking listening in my left ear;
  Fear tingle-snaking around my spine,
        Throat-stiffening my whine
Through an improbably-crooked neck
    I couldn’t quite hear near-breaking:
Fifth grade, Michael Jackson jackets,
  Black-V-on-red, Hee-Hee!;
        Fredrickson and scrawnily only he
Could afford one it unfairly seemed;
    And that’s when I floored one
Mis’ess Bryant with ‘Kiss-my-aspirin,
  You son-of-a-biscuit-eater!’,
        A mere whisper of mousiest meter,
Cringing at Goodgeon for stop-buttoning
    The pop-and-lock-King’s fervid opinion
On the inconveniently dirty-dancing Billie Jean.
  The teach wasn’t onset-mean,
        But she’d suffer the cassette at banana-break
For just seven daily minutes clean;
    And she used echolocation, I swear,
Better than having, looking there, seen
  The twits about her hand-bantering
        As to the worth of a diamond glove.
Where’s the other, we wondered;
    Perhaps only rockstars could wear but one?
But, as to caring, I was sudden-done
  By time she had me half-off-the-floor,
        Pinna-towed past the classroom door
And donkey-pinned to that cold-war brick
    For my Juvenalian metaphor,
An elementarily clever but, she was right,
  Quite asinine choice of words
        If so unbrightly blurted-for-the-birds aloud.
For Eubank’s paddle was maplewood-proud,
    With nine nostrils to ease its heft
And help it whistle in the rarefied air
  Until nothing could be heard
        But a single, globulous, butt-hurt tear
Cough-shot, lip-bit, wide-eyed-splat
    On that God-awful shiplap paneling.
Looking back, I did dreadfully need
  More the channeling of a kid-wringer-Bryant
        And Eubank’s Boolean forehead agleam,
Obnoxiously big glasses on his nose sweat-low—
    Screw that shat-upon paddle though,
  And to hell or Jerry Springer with Billie Jean!


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