On gatherings with fellow poets.
|Seeing my colleagues as University professors.
No longer the jester.
Although my satire is marketable.
Non classification has proven disastrous.
When we're finally all together
we'll roast each other properly.
Attire fire as we laugh at scholars
we admire for pushing us to the
brinks of unstoppable.
Admirable lazy lobbyist of old.
Still smoking cigarettes.
Disdain still for Ziggurats.
Pyramids, their spirit isn't there arguments.
Research profitless with the audacity
to still be considering jogging.
My run on sentences no more distinguished
than English mastered on soap boxes on corners.
Anticipated laughter nonexistent.
Exiting out of the back door of the club.
Chauffeur buddies laughing hysterically waiting.