A Hinge in the Middle
Something of a spongy sensation.
In age-old teak.
In humid morning shadows.
The edges of the desks worn out.
A hinge in the middle,
The lid folds into two.
It is funny-this hinge.
To run your finger along it,
Careful not to let it squeeze between the folding sections.
A lectern to rest your feet, carved like an inverted S,
Sheafs of paper tied together.
Please remember to number your answers in an orderly fashion.
A yellow plastic box
Yields a translucent ruler.
Sundrops turn rainbow around its edges.
If you wave it slowly near the window.
Beneath summer foliage.
Section B- 30 marks.
Please attempt any three questions.
Wipe the dripping orange liquid.
Crumple dripping paper.
Press against palm.
Neatness- 1 mark.
Hinges along the window-pane too,
Along blue wooden panels.
Along Iron-rust railings.
Iron-rust railings are two
f’s facing each other.
Run your finger along them.
Wet with sweat.
September 19, 2007
This is something I first wrote on March 15, 2006. Out of a vivid junior school exam marijuana-induced recollection. The first version has been published. Found it amidst old documents this morning and took off most of the articles, especially the 'the's - they read like ugly decorative buttons on a black halter top. Fucked up the grammar a little here and there. This is version II.