Words Worth: Part I

Professors prefer those ivory towers

safe amoung the wispy muses deified;

disdaining the music of the mops, hammers and ploughs

that shoulder Penelope’s inky web.

Crowing back and forth, pecking at lines

with a carrion’s care to consumption;

from gated aviaries to coffee house cliques

enjoying the psychoactive stratosphere.

Courting inky jihads with avaunt-garde pith

philosophizing infatuated lumps of clay;

publishing pundits full of words

popping dreams of peer reviewed glory.

Max S