the teacher has sought me out

the teacher has sought me out
and i dnt know if its good
he seemed like a strange guy
one who knew more than he should
but the guy before was a better one
havnig us write quite a bit
all those poems in the packet
containing adolescent wit
they seemed to be what i prized
and somehting i enjoyed
i dont know why that was the cause
but it was a concept with which i toyed
and here i am before the desk
half one if you must
the keys are pressed in proper order
and wafting a brownie musk
the fan does blow a gentle roar
and cold is my back
perhaps not good for my health
prompting a sneeze attack
but the place is a mess with things all about
wrappers near my feet
and the clothes are washed or so she says
perhaps soon atlantic waters we'll meet
the concern is the college we havent yet found
we dont know if there's any
but we'll go over there and look through the five
and see if they're worth the penny
so i'll find an apartment and live over there
and come up with a new plan
there'll be icelandic and england flights
and perhaps i'll be boston's man
we might do well in the music scene
if they like our sort of stuff
i dont know really what they're about
but rumor has it they're kinda rough
punks not my style though it was once hers
but she doesn't really follow it much
back in the day she was one of the punk show chicks
but of course we're basement-ed and such
so now we're packing at least in our minds
figuring out the next step
as i trace out my memories of life's past fuckups
i sit up and do mental reps.