Friday, July 27, 2018

Palmer Method by Wayne F. Burke

we studied penmanship in school,
wrote long lines of "C's"
like waves coming to shore,
and "e's" like little heads;
Miss Good, 3rd grade teacher
blind as a bat
and batty
beat our knuckles with a ruler
and loved us up afterward
with smothering lilac-scented flesh;
she lived alone in a brick house
wore a red dress
or else green
on day she broke a yardstick
over Jimmy Bush's shoulders
and the broken half clattered to the floor
and we all laughed
and laughed.


About Wayne F Burke:

Wayne F. Burke has published four volumes of poetry with Bareback Press and two chapbooks with Epic Rites Press. He lives in the central Vermont area, USA.


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