Doodles, Updates... Poetry???

If you think all I do is doodle all day, that would be a flaw in your thinking.  I do work with my kids, it does not take a lot to give them a task, and have them stay on it.  The environment is not as stressful or ridgid as the treatment center, so I have more time at the school.  On occasion I will prepare lesson plans, or assist my teacher with the plans.  So I am left with a lot of time through my day.  It is easier to doodle rather than write, because when I write, I become so engrossed that it is hard to multi-task.  So I may write a line or two, but mostly I am watching my boys, and making sure they are staying on task.

I wanted to put this in my entry because co-workers at my second job (the treatment center) looks at my notebook and thinks I don’t do anything all day.  And like I stated, it’s not that I don’t do anything, we have less children, more staff, and the behaviors are not as severe. 

So as I was doodling, on Friday, I started to write a poem.  This poem led to an idea for a book that I am going to start working on.  The idea is a bit different, it is going to include all of my writing styles and storytelling abilities.  I was considering doing a graphic novel, however I would have to find a artist, then have to collaborate with them…it just seemed like a bit much.  I am not going to post the poem in type because it will probably end up in the book, but you can read it on the doodle.

So in conclusion, the doodles are up, enjoy those, and if you have come across this doodle, please leave a comment, hit me up on facebook (http://www.facebook.com/poetfourzerotwo) or listen to my spoken word music on soundcloud (http://www.soundcloud.com/poet402) or, if you really want to support an artist like me, buy a book (http://www.lulu.com/clarencenabraskabarbee) I have some pretty good, and pretty cheap chapbooks up there for you.  Thanks for coming by and enjoy your life!!!...there is a secret poem after the last doodle....yaayy!!

I doodle with my poodle,

put my day on the page

tryin’ to keep the kids calm

so their rage won’t

ruin their days.

We try to keep it easy,

staff with both jobs are

great,

but at the treatment center

some of the staff

be showin’ entitled hate.

I be keepin’ it easy

dressed to the nine,

Monday thru Wednesday,

I be lookin’ fine.

But when Thursday hit,

I get ready for shit,

literally—

because girls at the treatment center

think they playin’ baseball,

and staff got a catchers mitt.

So I dress down,

put my hair up,

in my hat

holdin’ onto my patience

like parents hold on to their

babies.

I love my life, and you better as well

I’m not a saint, but sometimes it feels

that I work with

demons from hell.