THAT 2

My Grace Of That
1-21-14

Plantagenets plead with passion and pride
According to a faithful companion
Always sitting by my side
She is the token of God's riches at Christ's expense
For this is her name stated in the present tense
Stocked up abundantly with crackers of woven wheat
As so with white my precipitation doth cover a nameless street
By plantagenets producing purity with power
According to the reign of our legendary kings
Placed into position
With purpose is this
Of which is that...





We
1-21-14

By my errantry of all adventure
I travel in my quest for poems such as these
Thinking about the title of my next book
Perhaps to be called as we or maybe me
By the truth that doth set us free
According to the sciences of positive thinking
Paying attention to what is right
By which God has his dandruff
According to the jesting of my youth not forgotten
By my errantry of this endeavor
Another brainchild is begotten...





Spark
1-21-14

Of all pinwheels and paper and plastic vanes attached
According to the queen of all felines
The surface has been scratched
Penetrating into the rind
As soon as the avocado is ripe
And this will be my new devotion
To serve as the shadow like its type
To represent our freedom freely imputed
Upon he whom thinks for himself
Pondering over insignificant details
Of new ways to use my words of this exhortation
By these Catherine wheels in one's night sky
Made manifest by what is dark
Where such procession doth begin with a spark...





On Numbers 11:31, 32
1-21-14

Two cubits above the earth's surface
So yet flutter that which we as consumers doth devour
Staying up all night and day
To taste of it in one's gospel hour
By hoar frost upon those grasses
Bringing my happy back again
Quoting Stipe by way of my pen
Trying not to think too far ahead
When it comes to my sweet evening
Of honey spread upon the Italian wheat bread
Where he that gathered least had no lack...





Ill's Purpose
1-21-14

If my ills were cured
I suppose that I might surely die
In such exaltation
I receive in sitting upon places high
Where the thorn in my flesh serves its purpose
So that I might be humbled
According to all gravity and discretion
Yeah, if my ills were cured
I would be as the gods
Unable to contain myself
Burying my face between the pages
Of the writings of Moses
According to one's graves of craving
That indeed are just because of this
Which is of that...