Poetry/Teacher

poetry?

so that’s what this is,

all this time

I thought it was just

schizophrenia,

quiet voices

whispering softly

inside my head,

fragmented thoughts

coming and going,

so much left unsaid,

must be a fine line,

perhaps the inflection

or tone

makes the difference;

and just think

it comes without years of study

or warm shots of whiskey;

who would have thought it possible?

certainly not my old English teacher.

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Teacher

 teacher,

where are you now?

teacher

don’t you have

any wise words now?

are you still enjoying

being an intellectual

SOB

NOW?

did you have your

mandatory

mid-life

crisis?

did you go through

your obligatory

messy

divorce?

tell me

teacher,

do you still

look down

your pointed little nose

and pass judgment,

deciding

who deserves life

and who doesn't?

is everybody

still cast

into the roles

of dumb jocks

and cool non-jocks?

I gave you a glimpse

inside my soul,

you tossed it aside

with nothing more

than a glance,

I gave you all there was;

all you gave me

was a D.

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