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Mount Zion Dream
9-19-13

In Zion so is kindled a fire
In dreams of going there again
To take my day job for meager hire
Drafted into a rock and roll choir
Taking heed not to tread in the mire
Where we ought to enjoy what we do
For what it is and not for gain
For pocket or sleeves
Planting my eucalyptus
Of which such roots grow deep
Into the soil moistened
In our weekend rainfall expected....






Buckle
9-19-13

Buckling down
Upon my two saliva stained pillows
Running to stand still
With determination against
My high tide of great resistance
Trying not to hear those voices
That say I lead a pathetic existence
Replacing such thoughts
With the affirmative of something more encouraging
Buckling down to rise again to my table
To recite this composition
That lifts me out of the ditch
On streets of those dreams
Of going there again....




Intercession
9-19-13

O, God bless my nemesis
As he reads his magazine
This is the least I can do
For a society that has provided for my retreat
Back on the west side of town
Taking no thought of what to drink or eat
Waiting backstage in that I sing to you
Absorbing melodies of muting
Yet to yet manage all manners of melancholia
O, God bless this silent man
That makes his way at a slow and steady pace
In the right direction
As a sign that we will all make it
To where we want to go today....