Have You Ever Considered that a Rhesus Monkey Might Be Smarter than your Child?

Robert Beveridge

I’ve tried for years to remember

the name of that song we sang

in second-grade music class,

the one where we marched

in place and the teacher scrolled

a background on the wall to help

us imagine we were headed somewhere.

But every time my mind jumps

to Wesley Willis’ “Chronic

Schizophrenia”, which is not

the kind of song one has one’s

second-graders sing, even if it

had been out in 1976.

 

I can remember almost

the entire rest of that year,

from the hamburgers we had

to beg to get pickles on

to reading class all the way

from the first bell to lunch

(with a recess break halfway

through) to the letdown

of a teacher who refused

to recognize the slant rhyme

of “bark” and “fork”,

but all I get are disconnected

snatches of an uncarried tune

and the same countryside

under our feet every two minutes.

Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Mason Street, Poetry Pea, and TMP Zine, among others.

PREVIOUS
Susan Cossette
Lady Liar

NEXT
Robert Beveridge
Crab Boil