Poem I composed, inspired by a Lincoln HS student...

NEAT TENTH GRADER

His hair looks like whipped cream, if it was black.

The buzz around his ears is not just a road, but a wave, or is that merely a fade?

Earrings appear as black screws, unless he turns his head, they turn into coned seashells.

He wears a dark blue cardigan that could have been Mr. Smith’s on the TV program Lost In Space (complete with contrasting white collar tee).

Around his birth-tanned wrist, a black plastic band declares in white letters, I <3 Boobies.

Bottomed-out by jeans which seem to be slacks, or is it the other way around (21st century technology)

and black suede Vans, wallaby-ribbed, like I wore in the 70’s when I was in high school.