OCA

Oca 5-16-14 According to the oca and its wood sorrel I take up a newfangled valve and moral By its edible tubers and fleshly underground stems In search for costly pearls and polished stones Like precious gems cultivated again in South America According to seams and hems I don't know where to go with this So I just ramble on Glad in my rejoicing To have been up since the light of dawn Because of the king's commandment I will be soon long gone.... Nepenthe 5-16-14 O, why do I even bother Turning over a lucky cigarette Given today's topic of my messiah complex To state just what it is to me before I forget Boast not of tomorrow Seeing four men in the midst of the furnace That have no hurt Not even upon their shoes or shirt O, why do I even bother In trying to get it right O, who do I look like The cigarette Jesus In his liberality And lavish ways of generosity To serve as today my penance Seeking my nepenthe Of candles burning yesterday.... Sere 5-16-14 Dry, withered and sere So is all of such pain and fear Wherein I keep the good word nigh and near As faith doth come by all that I can hear Leaning on the pedestal By its ecological succession Yet to sparkle and scintillate and twinkle By the Holy Bible on the nightstand next to me As upon my face so grows a new wrinkle Wisdom is the byproduct of one's age Emitting sparks according to the prophet and the sage.... Another Fast 5-16-14 I'm pretending that it's the middle of the night To fulfill the prophesy of my previous lifestyle Preferred over what is now and today I'm glad that the sun does not shine too bright As so I continue to fast and pray Yet to know a new word for love That doth serve as my pay Yet to get out before I drown Without a need to ever step through my front door Beating my swords into plowshares In that I could learn of war no more I ate no pleasant food today And drank no wine.... Cirque 5-16-14 And on the wing of abominations Shall be one whom makes desolate our city That it is set upon a hill that cannot be hidden By mountain, by basin and by cirque I feed myself the message of all good work As the end of it shall be a flood Till the end of the war Our desolations are determined by the shed blood In the third year of the reign of Cyrus I still chew the cud By this prophesy of seventy weeks O, who can hold out that long Being still as one whom seeks.... Petition Granted 5-16-14 Two days in a row I received my petition to wake at five Only to drift on back into my sweet dream And sleep till six and rise to the occasion And get my caffeine fix She hides out wherever we meet As I daydream about my Philadelphia Street She's down on her knees with no pleasant food to yet eat I'm just another writer As come Sunday I hope to hear it taught By such a spirit once and twice again This is my latest entry from this humble pen Down on my knees For the next pages Threescore and ten....