Waffle iron burns to the brain
Seared synapses from too much cannabis
A health topic so confusing
The lectures boarder on Schedule 1.

Who knows for sure
If they are doing any good,
These cannabinoid bits of knowledge,
To most of the students,
The lectures barely backed up with science.

The marks left from discussing marijuana
Burn away at the hyperbole from my education
Where we all know the truth,
But we also know the reality,
These lectures better be potent.

Tony Weaver (Baseball Coach)

I just want to coach,
Throw some BP,
Make some lineups.

I’m not interested in feedback,
Traveling to Georgia.

I want kids who want to take BP,
Score runs,
Have fun on our bus.

This is getting to be too much.

Nicole Shaw (Art Student)

Ms. Nichols knows,
She kind of let me know she does,
But she’s cool,
A real teacher,
Who sees beauty in life,
Success in the process,
And interpretation as responsible.

She knows what we are doing is wrong,
Interfering the way that we are with education,
But she knows what we are doing is right,
For often it is the artists who must point out injustice.

If I get caught,
I’ll accept what happens,
But I’ll have some street cred, then,
Maybe that will be the best thing for me.

Summer has a way of
Making things go away.
The beach, the fireworks,
The heat, each conspiring
To make for the best time of year.

This summer for Taylorville proved
The opposite. Everyone settled into
Their away from school
Modes, but
They were secretly scheming,

School begins again tomorrow
With the undercurrent
Of canning coaches,
Pedestaling music, and
Ducking responsibility the normal way of things.

A year ago, twenty-one,
The Brick, smoke and swill,
The perfect bar
To cement two feet in adulthood.
This year twenty-two,
I’m in the stands for your graduation
With your caffeine challenged sister
And a show boardering on an
Amusement park or Wal-Mart.
It’s great and your new degree,
Whatever it is,
Would serve you well for a farce
Or comedy of human fasion errors.

Congrats, son.
Welcome to unemployment.