I was an outcast in high school. I wasn’t a nerd. I was just an outcast. I was the strange dude no one understand. I was too weird even for the nerds. There were a few who respected or liked it. It was never enough for full social acceptance. I just drifted about doing my own thing; the self proclaimed genius poet roaming the halls and classrooms. I clung to my Rimbaudien visions in spire of the ostracism and abuse.
My notebooks were filled
and these pages were written
with that we move on
poetic transformation
concluded full bloom achieved