i'm still toying around with this one. had the first few lines in the archive and wrote the rest while listening to chinua, reese, chris, jamm, and brandon g. play at sambuca's last night. thanks guys :)

he wasn't hip to the hipsters
wasn't cool to the cool kids
never made it past homeroom, his
inability to cry, press needle into eye at the drop of a dime
never impressed anyone
his words hung heavy in the air like southern texas sun
sweat
lifted from his upper lip
his sentences trying to turn over
ungracefully
rumbling to a start with no ignition
his thoughts leaked incomplete
common english class freak show
he entertained
with nowhere to run and no pun intended
they tolerated him
his slow slurred speech
he had everything to teach
and they had everything to learn
but they never caught his lesson