50PoWriMo - IV

defenestration



like chopin's piano
like a cliched rockstar's hotel television
like applecores onto motorway verges
like pino pinelli
       (who should never be confused with gino ginelli)
like my highschool girlfriend's a level results
       with which she was so disappointed
            that i felt unable to be sad about mine
like my vomit that one time i drank cinzano
       that i subsequently had to clean 
            from my downstairs neighbours' window
like the ring that flew off my finger
       as i was gesticulating whilst dancing
            that i thought i would be sad about losing
                but, like the person who gave it to me,
                    i was better off without
like the surreptitious paper planes made in maths lessons
       as we competed over who could hit the cars
            of the most hated teachers
like the tiny torn pieces of the poem
       i wrote that girl that time
            as she demonstrated her general disdain
                for everything i was
like the girl on the something corporate album
like the scenario that plays out in your mind
       when you are on the receiving end
            of a game of "tell your mum i saved your life"
like an early draft of this poem
       that revolved around a weak pun
            about installing linux






first use of a suggested title - this one with thanks to Smedley in a blog reply