The Dr.

I had to drop a well known author
before he remembered
but once he had upped and downed
the banter flowed
like so much campus chatter.

In Norwich, beat poets
were his bag, a friend
once sent him a cheesecake
An arcane reference
I still hate him for.

The Dr asks what my plans are
I tell him - to send this
Special delivery
That is Thursday's purpose
I always confuse the labels.

My academic plans?
Oh - vaginas that confess
Obvious sins, outmoded theories,
Lacan-
The usual.

He stamps me hard
The plaits and drama
Don't help
I can be serious.
I am.