Mostly milk with dancing and music

It was the only ever time I did it, as at school; I wasn’t the brightest, so over the years I had perfected doing it a close second or an all knowing third where, ooh I really did know that - just beaten to it.  The only time I did it I was 6 and the reason wasn’t to digress knowledge. No.  It was for the extra bottle of cold milk on a warm summers day, when all the toys were put away, before rest, after play and I knew if I did it quickly without wanting to stand out but so standing out with patience, it was mine.  In a flash, finger was on lip, the other hand unflinchingly erect with sober finger vertical.  The only time I ever wanted a teacher to pick me.

I got that milk, me.

Arm in air,
finger on lip,

she stands in the middle of time, with her wrist aloft,
flexing it side to side,
it’s her dance,
soulless repetition but I respect the effort if not the application,
like a cassette fruitlessly trying to play when jammed,
a metronome to failure
and always on my favourite songs,
why?
My good mix tape,
the one tape to beat all other mix tapes;
as when I was recording it, Marc Almond's version of ‘The days of Pearly Spencer’, was already on the tape and started perfectly after the Stone Roses, which is obviously some sign that I need to decipher at a later date, although right now I am happy, as I feel things are fitting together rather nicely.