An Ode to Tim Prosser

At least all you lost was your ball in this neverending struggle for dignity and fortitude. I emerged from the doldrums no less a man than a sheep in wolves wool. O the tragic nature of my life; O the everlasting days of yesteryear; O the poetry lurches from my grimace like a constipated snake late for the wedding, but early for the funeral. Lamentations upon lamentations seek sanctuary and why should I be any different. Well the proverbial city remains the beast of the east (west) in o so many ways (myriads even) ah, a diaspora from my flesh oozes across the continental--nay, the worldly--like o so many balls of menace, throbbing, hipster's court, no don't find the ball of lost years like seas that stretch upon the days of our youth and drop in a pre-columbus state of mind down, down it goes, follow it you shall perish, but leave behind memories that will last until the next drop off down into surt's sword of flames!!

So, firstly some 'thank yous' are in order, but where to even start a ledger, which will open it's gaping mouthgina to resurrect the spirit of days and nights (O the nights, breathe upon me the delectable taste of desire, O desire let me sing on to thee with thine bosom of gold and savagery. O how I've felt upon my lip of lips the true, bold, and beautiful blossom upon my childhood. Sting me, nay bring me your followers like I talk shop upon thee wounds of eventual triumph and cry upon the souls of what's lost: my dignity.

Solace to be found in our worldly ways are not necessarily a new idea, but a true ideal shines through any smog to be found in this city of fallen idols--Billy Crystal? Bob Balaban? And through the smog permeates a light that can only be described as Prosserian, yes we all shall join hands in this fog of our brilliant end until nobody, but the king of rainmakers--or the son--the earthshaker himself and his illegitmate son who he almost aborted with the thrust of his hips--the cyclops himself--the father--Poseidon bring Tim glory and safety in this, his last days of nubile youth and wash it down with nectar--drink of the Gods!!!!