Thank you professor for letting me
be confessed and confessor and seeing
a talent and a nugget and a way that
might become night's howling owlet,
pellet producer for the world.
Thank you Randy for your confidence,
you can-do when I was can't-don't,
you saw what words were wrought
by an ever more misery-inducted
hall without flame and you said,
be one with your light.
Thank you sir for your inclination
that a tired elation might sustain
into a charismatic elevation and
under titration become the space
nation's ration of well-fed feeder
wish.
Thank you Jordan for your indication
that my character and physic have
dined down to twenty something
on vacation with a vocation that
has a worthy hole in the doughnut,
buttered, that worships goals.
Roman Ryan 