The last snotty exhalations
Of decrepit academia
A wind like light inspired
Escaping aged lungs––edges of thought
Reason filling itself with water
Drunken with fact burning like spirits
To embalm in advance the remains
Interred in cap and gown before a headstone
Of paper earned only with steady marks
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Well,
My two
Favorite things:
Probably girls and trees.
I like trees for standing there,
looking pretty and swaying lazily
back and forth, reaching for something.
Girls are significantly more complicated
but I appreciate them most
for just standing there,
you know,
being smart.
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Fo-ur tehhh-wenty
Yes, it is five syllables.
Fuck you. I’m trying.
See Andrew Whiting. Read Andrew writing. 
Brilliant – absolutely! I love the struggle through the academia and the near survival (you made me laugh – I felt that way in 2009 when I got my degree at 57) – and the second stanza – so sweet, so very much written by a man. This is why we girls, complicated as we are, love you guys. Don’t forget however, we (the pretty things that stand and sway in our youthful days) are like trees, for we too, reach for something. I loved this poem – the tone, the imagery, the lighthearted jest and the sweet sincereity.
fabulous…
spoem is fun to read.
keep it up.
Bless your weekend, Happy Mother’s Day to Moms in your family.
Glad to discover your poetry talent,
Impressed,
Hope to see you join our poetry potluck today,
1 to 3 random poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome in case you fall short in doing a theme fitting piece.
Bless you.
Keep up the excellence.
xxx
hope you well……….