mostly literature and philosophy,
pop science, various aspects of
and pious commentary, writing
analytical papers and dissertations,
teaching and exploring in classrooms
from 7th grade to college senior seminars
—what anyone might call the practice
out of me. I’m still basically as ignore-ant
as ever, discriminating, a bad listener,
un-empathetic, narcissistic, a procrustean
what suits my agenda same as I always was.
Me first. Granted, I’m aware of IT where
before: oblivious and defensive.
But I hate to see others doing it and feel
compelled to give them a hard time best I can.
I know that sounds hypocritical or contradictory
or inconsistent—but that’s a language problem.
"Words are so inadequate, Sam," my students
higher order—in tune with god or the universe
or nature: hating the haters. Scolding the scolders.
Mocking the mockers. Besides: I am large—
I contain multitudes.