‘Outlandos d’Amour’

As my
soul
swoons
to his
song

And my
toes
tap to
his
tunes

I
remember
the
romantic
revelry

Of
those
academic
afternoons

Alma Mater

I
love
that
you
think
I’m
listening

To
all
this
bullshit
you
spout

When
all
I see
is your
forehead
glistening

And
the
spittle
fly
from
your
mouth