it was a dark and stormy nite
his eyes watered
he sought the light
welcome to the confoundry where
differences unite for divine delight
he hit his 23rd lap of the clapping tree
short of breath hands stinging
a whale a wail a whale a wail a whale of a wailing tale
a whale a wail a whale a wail a whale of a wailing tale
sometime in december of 1969
couple days either side of my 18th birthday