I had a chance
to open the notebook
of a man who wrote poems.
He had struggled all his life
and never been published
yet he wrote
and taught others how to write.
I had never taken his class
but I heard wonderful things
I thought there may be secrets I can find
within this black note book
I turned the pages
and sheet after sheet
of naked men and women
joined in lust
of pointed penises
and revealed female genitalia.
I was amazed. There were no poems
Once, in an all boys high school
I hated a teacher and she me
I had drawn innocent cartoons in my books,
of cars and trees.
During class she caught me drawing and said;
stop drawing doodles in your books
your books are full of doodles.
She knew what she was saying.
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