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going back to bringing in the new year of 2014...








Antiparticle
1-4-14

Letting fly the seed
All over this page
Of whom it is said
That in Isaac shall thy seed be called
Under clear and azure skies
And below zero temperatures
That from which I know this shelter
Letting fly this blue ink
Wherein it is hard work
Just to think by the antiparticle
Identical in magnitude
I let it fly
And thank God for my food
Of one's opposite sign
We can see it
By one's eyes
That to the west wall so are glued
Letting fly the seed tonight...












Trimerous
1-4-14


I was the man caught on a barbed wire fence
In that I tried to understand
And to make sense
Keeping my right hand
Come the dark of night in suspense
By trimerous flowers and spiritual powers
With pen in hand
I pass these post new year's day magic hours
In the name of love today
I seek the things within and above
To the sound of Bono and Bruce
For the needles of the fir and the spruce
Keeping my Christmas tree up
For at least another week
Seeing that all I know to do
Is to yet seek...












Whorl
1-4-14


By whorls in groups of three
I can see deep within
Wherein abides the real me
By the trumpet section of the background
That I can almost see
By anthropods of three segments
God knows they got to me
But I'm still free
By my salvation that comes with the blues
The bible is still where I get the news
Where the angel of Harlem makes his appearance
And singing will be what today I choose
By whorls in groups of three
I know this beauty
In what I cannot see....












Pound Of Sugar
1-4-14


O, love rescue me
Bono said this
Through my earphones
Accounted in that God was able to raise him up
As once more I refill my coffee cup
From whence he was received in a figure
As so remains in storage another pound of sugar
Just enough to get me through the week
O, love rescue me
In that blessed are the meek
Blessed according to things yet to come
Judged by all cessation of my Coke and rum
As the wedding feast
Where put to silence was the drum....












Depository
1-4-14


Delicacies in depositories
I light up another cigarette
In no regard to quit any time soon
In that retrieved is this sacred taste
By the light of one's new moon
Out of sight and out of mind
Like a glyph in its form
Of this unknown rune
By delicacies and depositories
A man sees fit to stick it in
For such safekeeping
By which we lose
Yet still can yet win
On a dream of cruising down route sixty-six
Given two free solid days to prophesy
As I get my fix....














Starting Fresh
1-4-14


Belief goes on and on
In what we cannot see
In that I learn to love
Even the weaknesses and scruples
Within these boundaries of the real me
Crossing the northern border
Where planted is another your evergreen tree
Belief goes on and on
Like the music we justify and condone
As so my ashtray is once again empty
And today I need not stand alone
In that I believe in love
Belief goes on and on
According to what lies within and above...












Indiscriminate
1-4-14


Early morning January four
The music is my harlot
And the poetry is my whore
By the sound of Bono and Bruce
I dedicate the color green
To my pine, fir and spruce
O, smoke them if you have them
And of such I know not lack
As so like the devil I tear into another fresh pack
Yet to worship while leaning upon this wooden staff
Of early morning January four
When I was yet a-dying
I bless my sons
That I have led to the faith
By one word spoken in truth
By my faith in you...














Giving Twenty
1-4-14


Some still believe
That our passions are our thieves
As still to be blown away Are post autumnal leaves
According to what is given freely
By one's own freewill
Letting it all slip through my fingertips
To yet relinquish a twenty dollar bill
To come home to see heaven's windows open up
That I might see a rainbow
According to the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
Seen as a proper and goodly child
In taking up one's golden staff and stave
So that we might carry this ark
Across the dry land
And claim the promise made to our fathers...














Clad
1-4-14


Clad in kimonos and in robes
As the sound of violins penetrate my earlobes
Dressed today in flannel
And still yet to knock back another carton of vitamin D milk
As something my cat does recognize
Playing again U2's greatest hits
Like the words of the wise
By this continuity of one's differing succession
To see that joy can penetrate
All bowels of my depression
Clad in kimonos and gowns
To express my latest adjectives
Like they were nouns
Clad and glad
Even when going mad...