Myths About College

Source, it explodes,
like confetti in tight enclosed spaces,
dazed in the party
drinking the blue drink,
no fairies in those places,
just blondes and loud music,
the spirit makes the rock
seem stupid
a naked man ran across the grass
and a midget with a racket was chasing him
in shiny green shorts and stelleto heels,
it feels like coffee time
but coffee stains
rewind that crime.
Tomorrow, in the loneliness of that room,
a blender suffers to squash whole eggs and milk
and a rock for protein,
as the events of the previous day
course through the veins
in practical ways.