Its all a mash so how do you make it come out in any coherent way?

How do you separate the standing in front of your grammar school in the shade of the gym, waiting for the teachers to open the doors, the safety patrol (younger than you) snapping like pitbulls when you step out of the single file line to whack another student with your oversized pencil case from the singer pleading "Fair thee well" and the heart and the hands strumming, the anger in his pleasantries, invented on a train? How do you do it when, in fact, you are the teacher savoring the last few minutes of morning quiet and you are the student hitting another and you are the one being hit. You are the safety patrol pitbull and you've never even seen a pitbull and you are the singer strumming for forty years, outcast for choosing to plug in?