he armed himself
on a daily basis
with the tools required
by his trade
a broom of course
and a mop and bucket
solvent and a three inch paintbrush
a duster
an eraser
and assorted cloths
a chisel
he had sometimes found useful
and a hammer
some weights
protective clothing
obviously
overalls
dark glasses
heavy boots
rubber gloves
a helmet
because
well you never could tell
enough
enough to make a start
to the working evening
~
he found that every room
had a different
flavor
the beginners rooms
were just a mess
loose letters
naïve words
singletons
half formed couplets
strewn and abandoned
on the floor
in corners
under the desks
simple enough though
to sweep them up
into a seething mess
then scoop them
into recycling
the more advanced rooms
though
spelled trouble
ha ha
not a pun
some of those phrases
could be curly
almost fully complete
as meaningful stanzas
before the sense of them
had flown
leaving despair and resentment
trailing in black lines
of entrapment
he might have to stop these
in their tracks
possibly whack down
leading lines with the hammer
glove up
handle carefully
words can sometimes
do a lot of harm
and the ‘S’ room
was a shocker
all those sibilants
curling round everything
seeming alive
and slippery
he would show no mercy there
almost as disturbing
as having to contain
the over-friendly ‘T’s next door
sometimes
an unpleasant student
would scribble
or carve
on the furniture
some small doggerel
but always
with a nasty bite
out with the solvent
or the stripper
hammer and chisel
if it was extreme
the teachers
were perhaps the worst
the rubbish they left
on blackboards
on whiteboards
the gifted ones left their nonsense
lingering
in the air
left for him
to clean up after them
left for him
to leave things gleaming
unsullied
by mis-formed rhyme
an absence of free-verse
no pentameters
no sonnets
and they paid him
peanuts
not enough to compensate
for the nightmares
of letters and words running
through his mind
not enough
for the loss of sleep
and they say
that HE
has no imagination
ho ho
bloody ho
he’s half a mind
to chuck this job
words and all
he kicks
at a loose middle third
of an alphabet
shoves the last letters
into a plastic garbage bag
for incineration
and he’s done
off home now
for a drink
© Frank Prem, 2017
June 2017 Poem #35: daisy
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“No, Mrs. Davis…I can’t help you put that cabinet together. I have to straighten up this school after you messy teachers. You can figure the cabinet out, but be careful! It’s heavy. No, I really can’t help you. I’m a specialist.” Excuse me…I thought that I was a specialist too…I said to myself as I put the cabinet together for the next two hours!
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Ah, sweet bitterness. Sounds like you’ve had some school cleaner issues in your career, Pat. I’ve never known a school caretaker that wasn’t a surly sod, though I’m sure there must be many!
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Just definite attitude problems! At one school, they would not empty our trash cans unless we carried them to the front of the room by the door. That wasn’t difficult, of course…but they had to walk all through the room to vacuum the carpet/mop the tiled areas. Therefore, walking by all trashcans!
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Now, I’d be sneaking the odd bag-full home with me, and putting together a few stories or poems in the workshop.
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Problem is, unless they’re in competent hands (such as yours Mick) they tend to write themselves as any old thing. not to be trusted, words.
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Quite fun to sprinkle them around the floor, though, and see what patterns they fall into!
And…competent? I’m not often accused of that…
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Yep – the finger of competence is pointing at you, for sure, Mick. Random self-formed poems would be fun, but – no sonnets, yeah?
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Oh, no, definitely not, Frank. No sonnets!
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Love this one – I used to teach, and can fully understand the frustration of cleaners after some of the messes my lot would try to leave!
But this has a lot more to it than just the physical of course!
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I’m very amused by the comments I’ve had from ex-school teachers in response to this Ali. Thank you and I’m glad you’ve enjoyed the piece.
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