Academia took my soul and perversely undressed my mind into something sublime
Though this process can't repeat what it grew, to a rapacious savage that eclipses knowledge beyond this place we call time...
The King has arisen to the throne of Babel ready to reign with steadfast diligence and eloquent soliloquies...
Though having more degrees than a Russian protractor, wrought with angst of slaying the dragon of vodka filled seas, trumping the very spade that actors hold with a certain pedigree...
Let my words hold you and console your soul that yearns for the feeling was once lost ascribed on a pamphlet of bedrock you call Imamate objectivity...
I'm back like Wayne's Brazier hook ready to cling to the cleavage of life, the breast of Mother Earth, the nipple of human essence, that milk of restoration...
Back to advance the front through side to side oceanic flows that puts the rhythm in your left thigh, and the blues on ya right....is THAT alright like F. Love say....
I say...what a momentous occasion...the intellectual liquidity that ebbs and flows through uncertainty...
The compass that was once West turns Eastward ready to rangel the stallions of the heartland, into the sunset, though my sun hasn't risen just yet...
Bartender, start my tab, I'm just getting started to pontificate confessions of a prolific "poetender"...