Took a strange trip
Went back to the past
It was as good and
as bad as any acid or
sroom trip.
Academia was so
lovely looking and
now that I growed up
I relish the thought
that I am NOT surrounded
by those kind of egos
razor sharp wits.
I am surrounded by
a vast zoo of others
some loving and some
full of hate and
jealousy interspersed
with the indifferent.
Poetry ain't dead in
me, just kinda comatose
laying there on that bed
full of tubes and wires
and using a bedpan.
