1.17.15

O dear god but were you an ass.

I always had appreciated the prettiness
of donkeys since I saw the diamond
pattern down the nose of one in
Vermont when Matt and Molly married.

I came up that weekend, with a web page
idea. Black Eye Excuses dot something.

I mean, a black eye everyone assumes
immediately to be alcohol related.

But Jay got a black eye playing nightfrisbee
with us in the back yard with no lights
man and man collided

Contact broke capillaries we lost our mind
that night on applie pie 90 proofed
a feather in our capskills, which slipped
considerably that evening.

Anyway, you mentioned you found mules
and donkeys to be magnificently pretty,
just one of the myriad chance sources
of fancy footwork on that last mount stride.