You told me I was uneven
Like an uneventful good day
Filled with unequal family
With debts and some hazards to repay.
I spoke back by opening up about relationships
I therapied the darkness into light.
Then I motioned the chairs to stand up and be counted
In case I am confronted with a fright,
In my old age which could happen tomorrow
The sight of an unending ghost and a literary dismay
Stand with me as I run over the passenger seated dismal intellect
That watches the world go by every day.
Be kind to me knighted fellows, readers of messages from God
So we can stand together until the end, and be free of a saddening Don.
Let Oxford go and the tutors be aware of the caveat in every chapter
Each man is not read until the time is spent and the church is amock with a canter.
The minds horses, the womens’ divorces, the happiness of every emotion…
Step forward tomorrow and come back from the future and finish the empty commotion.