The Savant
1-19-09
Those that have attributes
Have much to give
As by and by the savant will be the servant
Mingling love wherein you might laugh and live
May your joy in your brothers be freely spoken on
And fervent
The genius will be as the marmalade jam
The musician now and then
Will declare "I Am"
But what do you have that you did not receive
What maketh you to differ
You're still just a dog with sticks tossed to retrieve
We are humbled so that we can grow
It's no longer about how much you know...
A Shilling For My Bail
1-19-09
I dreamed of living in the nineteenth century
Sitting in jail
When a perfect stranger
Would pay a shilling for my bail
Getting in trouble again can be habit forming
One breaks away from the flock
To say, fuck conforming
If you don't like it
Then by all means don't read
Just the same I lay my life down
As a poet glad to bleed
I dreamed that the angel got me past the guards
I felt unworthy and quite ashamed
To have a fortune in my hand of cards....
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