My Doctor: Verses To Doctor Akinmurele Poem by Olawale Owoeye

I sit alone in the brewery of books,
I become intoxicated with confusion

I lay on the mat of time and thoughts
And Chomsky inflicts my head like headache

I shake hands with knowledge
And Halliday usurp my mind

I go into the dungeon of language
And the cobweb of syntax alters my sight

But… I meet this legend and
He leads me to the shade under the tree diagram,
Tickling me with the branches of modifiers and
Now, noun becomes wings

Let it be known that
The most dangerous weapon I'll love to carry is my pen