College Of Collaged Mixed Minds. Part One. Poem by Michael Gale

College Of Collaged Mixed Minds. Part One.



Trade winds of the heart...
Felonius assault of the senses.

Teetering tots behind the old telegraph office...
Spacial lots of the lonely witch's incantations.

Grasshoppered ginger roots...
Kane mountain boys playing with their belogna toys all the way down Pikes Peaking Tom.

Philistinian brutes chew on their cheroots of the Peruvian heart...
One old choo-choo training session advances to the monkey business being ill consumed by monkey wrenching gut feelings of the well malnourished heart.

It's all or nothing when this diet merry-go-round smoulders rumors and inuendos about my being over weight while carrying on a parachutic
affair of the heart with a pandamic bear high on steroids and ginger root beer seeds...
Lets not forget the referee in high heels skipping rope-
Ya big saddened silly dope.

That tatood fat bearded lady regains possession of her husband's
long lost bottle of Rogain hair growth formula...
Just ta summerize the gist of this list-
This joint tokin' trip is at the top of my list of things to do after
tomorrow's Sunday school picnic ants in the seat of my painful pasted pants.

Rin Tin Tin-Look out for Gunga Din...
Life is so totally filled with eternal sin on my part.

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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