Name: Waiting for the Bell
Duration: P00H02M51S
Description: Welcome to the writer's hood: Hillmorton.

Waiting for the Bell

from Loudmouth: Page and Pub Poems by Michael Botur

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Welcome to the writer's hood: Hillmorton.

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Waiting for the Bell

At my school, a freshman would come runnin
screamin’ FIGHT every single interval
B got baked, tried to throttle the principal
Colleges munched our First XV in their mandibles
Deano’s divorcee mum bought us all alcohol
Eddie Spaghetti got a bathroom beating, bent his spectacles
F. was the only Tongan the Aryans gave a pass, unquestionable
Giant Island Crips got them whiteboys scared enough to scratch swastikas on the toilet stall walls
Handball on black ice, July, soggy socks steam, noses dribble
I’d do some acting to get out of maths, unmissed, invisible, while
Johnny got smashed by an angry midget in a Hornets singlet during friendly basketball
Karl from Cashmere, went the fable, at a party in the hills, kicked a bottle up a goth’s arsehole
Lighter burns, tats and scabs and hatin fags kept a man normal
My BFF broke a nerd’s nose on the home ec room wall
Nigger Whomper writ on the bat skinners swung at Friday night skulls
Other schools lent us their infamous kids to sample
Parties at the Kingpin’s pad, rootin on a rug to Limp Bizkit, pukin on the lawn, passin round the spottle
Quals gave us paper smokable when we ran outta Rizzlas to roll
Rusty broke the two years’ difference dating rule, busted dozens of trusting cherries, irreparable
Suicidal girls got put on a pedestal if they got horizontal with the chill guy on the student council, first to grow a beard, first to hold up his pussy-soaked finger for the boys to smell.
T. got done for home invasion when the rest of us were getting our yearbook autographs filled
Under the fort, kneeling in the bark, we swapped sticky bits, ciggies. Learned philosophy from late 80s graffiti.
We were free to
eXpel ourselves, see, the BOT had no muscle
Years 9 to 12, wet jersey wool on overturned soccer goals, five years of acting invincible, waiting for the bell
Zazzif school was secondary, everybody couldn’t wait to get king-hit or miss her period so we came out with a story to tell.

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from Loudmouth: Page and Pub Poems, released March 7, 2021
Michael Botur

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Michael Botur Whangarei, New Zealand

Michael Botur is a New Zealand poet and fiction writer of European heritage. He is author of ten books and has won a bunch of bigshot writing awards.
'Loudmouth: Page and Pub Poems' collects 15 years of spoken word verse from one of NZ's most dynamic young poets. Perfect for anyone who loves the personal mixed w the political, a little bit of hip hop and plenty of attitude.
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