GIDEON

going back to my work from 2009. Gideon is my latest subject of bible study named as Jerubbaal being one to tear down their altars. Why, we ask.


Lobster Tail
1-18-09

The lobster tail would be the final portion
On the feast of the platter
As such meat so dipped and butter
Seems to be the last thing that would matter
Nothing left to say than the fact that I'm making due
Still dreaming of a gremlin that rises out of the stew
Still dreaming of states beyond consciousness and reason
Seeing the worst crime against the nation to be treason
But it's all good
When meat is seasoned
By the smoke of mesquite wood
May us taste
But not in haste...




The New Ranch
12-18-09

Arboreal reptiles find their place
Two hundred feet above the ground
As equal metal heads find their comfort
In their appealing thrashing sound
Arboreal fowls perch upon the highest branches
As rustics go to salad bars
To try new manners of ranches
It is good to know
That there is always something new to taste
As we as farmers can rest assured
That nothing ever really goes to waste
Pioneers are hired
To separate out the trash in the dump...




Filling For An Extra Shilling
1-18-09

Inside and outside the turkey
So is cooked the filling
As the butler and the baker
Will demand in their pay an extra shilling
As quality is demanded
In  this thanksgiving meal
And it must be of perfection
To be seen as authentic or even real
The family sits around the table and is satisfied
As the adult members are content
Yet the babies that sit there yet howled and cried
Inside and outside the turkey
So is baked the filling
As the man who prepares the meal
Was paid an extra shilling
Yet all in all it was good...




I'll Someday Invite You To My World
1-18-09

See through your rosy lens
Of the opalescent and iridescence
Look though your glass of psychedelic convalescence
It is good to see your variety of tints and hues
It is wise to forgive yourself of all regrets and rues
Your sins of omission so seem to be your worst
As you will later be blessed
Wherein you now are cursed
Need to fast after ten
Nothing but water I take to my lips
For my careless pen
It does me good to yet do without...