Wednesday, December 6, 2017

v

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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verily i say to you
the man on the fountain said
behind his glasses his eyes were blue
and his bushy beard was red

the snow fell down in soft white flakes
upon the sage’s shoulders
the day was drawing to a close
the air was getting colder

verily i say to you
the prophet repeated
wishing he was in his room
by the radiator warmly heated

vic and vinny watched the man
watched him as he spoke
vic had a dollar in his pocket
vinny was dead broke

vic and vinny watched the sage
and felt his secret fears
he reminded vic of his uncle jack
whom he had not seen for years


a violin is playing
in a room so far away
the prophet climbed down rom his perch
he had nothing more to say

he then set off across the park
with a trembling in his limbs
what was he to vic or vinny
or they to him?

verily i say to you
that everything must end
you should spend your money
if you have any to spend


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