splish, splash
my two cents drop into this blog fountain
gathering those who conjured magic on mounts
and spread joy in Doomed houses
dwelling in ramshackle hovels
built on bacon and Guinness stains
prepaying for knowledge (text not included)
unclogging drains only to find hairless freaks
dancing like ninnies on dimly lit cement splendor
as pep rallies rolled their eyes at my pajama brilliance
framing quads with fronts and backs
waiting for the witching hour for the fun to begin
i never asked the Y tree why
and the people
ah the people, what's up
i sat (splendidly mind you) in wonder and awe
trying to earn some stripes
from crazed crowing idols
brazen geniuses waiving bongs like tambourines
freedom reigns in those with odd labels
hitting low points in all of their greatness with a Scrappy
a Flash leading the way to shrines of beat and gender confusion
sharing more than a vowel with the one O'Shea
catching a glimpse of a Mantrain
splitting black and tan with the Deisterbunny
humbly accepting the invite to something bigger than myself
from the Theo-logist and a Nic with no k
unfinished but complete as necessary
where oranges are supposed to grow without sun
knowing now for sure
that time spent wasted is not wasted time
*Note - In light of Nic's request that we not harp on matters of Syracuse I promise that this will be the only entry of this nature from fat coley. Please forgive my need to ignore new ideas and latch on to what I know. May McGod bless this electronic temple and all those submitting to it.
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