Mr. B
My sculpture professor was
Slightly manic
Quite short
German
Industrious
Talkative
Demanding
Fierce
Talented.
He jumped around
Lectured constantly
Cultivated patrons
And had built
Single-handed
A glider
Which he flew
Over Virginia.
In Europe
He restored altars
Bragged that once
He had swum across
The Danube
Shore to shore
Said his mother
Baked a rum cake
Every morning
Soaked it with
My sculpture professor was
Slightly manic
Quite short
German
Industrious
Talkative
Demanding
Fierce
Talented.
He jumped around
Lectured constantly
Cultivated patrons
And had built
Single-handed
A glider
Which he flew
Over Virginia.
In Europe
He restored altars
Bragged that once
He had swum across
The Danube
Shore to shore
Said his mother
Baked a rum cake
Every morning
Soaked it with
A whole bottle
Of rum
And ate it
Before nightfall.
We disagreed
About everything.
He resented the fact
I would not
Make his coffee
When I arrived
In the morning
That I was friends with
His ex-wife
That I persisted
In painting.
“You should give up
That goddamn
Painting,”
He told me,
“And do sculpture,
Where you could
Make a statement.”
I paid him no
Attention
And finally,
He gave up.
Of rum
And ate it
Before nightfall.
We disagreed
About everything.
He resented the fact
I would not
Make his coffee
When I arrived
In the morning
That I was friends with
His ex-wife
That I persisted
In painting.
“You should give up
That goddamn
Painting,”
He told me,
“And do sculpture,
Where you could
Make a statement.”
I paid him no
Attention
And finally,
He gave up.
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