by Michael Amitin |
Categories:
addiction, allegory, crazy, education, lonely, longing, lost love,
the madhouses of paris filled with retired teachers
got their point across
song of waterloo
this napoleanic labyrinth stearing
children to the brink
madame martina martini
academia nuts cracked open wide
I see a few on the cliffs of burndom
harping their humdrum at the gods of charred sea eternity
and wonder about the love they made
by Gregory Golden |
Categories:
imagination,
as he reads the
morning journals
tasting fresh coffee
while, listening
to Pavane
there i stood
this i
truly know,
that my
daddy loves
me so,
because he
sent me
all the way
to the
university
where i earned
all of my degrees
thus, a Rhodes Scholar
in academia
in following
all of thy dreams
all of thy passions
and i
love you
more, daddy