bougainvillaea

Bougainvillaea
9-1-14


Of my bougainvillaea
I'll be stretching my mouth
To let those big words come on out
Of South American shrubs and vines
To uproot without a doubt
Of the four o'clock family
We will catch it if we try
I will seek that which was lost
And bring again that which is driven away
Of my bougainvillea
Repungent and oppressive
I find my way to higher places safe and sound
And still sober
Observing a moment of silence
For this cause alone to acknowledge
The songs of cicadas for what they are
As Autumn equinox doth but approach us...












Ostentatious
9-1-14


And so I begin my nineteenth book
On a good note
To observe yellow and green crosses
Through closed eyes
To keep my fishing vessels afloat
O, how my heart yearns within me
Indigent and needy
As the scapegoat
And so I am gone
According to the word of this election
I will be as one to but vote
Observing another moment of silence
To judge between the cattle and the ram and the he goat
O, I cry out to you
Yet lacking my necessities
I am what I am
Destitute and impoverished
Yet to abound in more and more...












"How Long?"
9-1-14


The book of Job is much like the Psalms
But on a dark scale of contrast
O, how long must I go on
In trying to make this bittersweetness last
O, know then that you have crowned me
To surround me
With the not to be one to forgive and forget
O, my soul
Won't you be as my alternative outlet
By the lighting of another cigarette
O, does it seem a small thing unto you
To have eaten up good pasture with no regret
I stay afloat by such a word taken in...






















Into Chapter Twenty (But For What?)
9-1-14


And to have drunk of your deep waters
By the portion of the righteous
We return not empty handed
From such fruitless slaughters
By the residue at your feet
And many sons and daughters
Behold, I am one to judge betwixt the fat and the lean
As this word I now read
Is the fairest mine eyes have seen
Therefore I will save my flock
And they will need not fear the color green
With an iron pen and lead
Forever, o, if these words were written
And so they are here and now
And today, O so they will be...












Fly
9-2-14


He doth fly away like a dream
Behold I, even I will partake in black coffee
In not need of cream
Until these grounds are scattered abroad
To fill my quota with the fermented grapes
Of another consciousness stream
By such a word
I had hope that it did not pertain to me
I'm afraid to say
It's just a pen
As so I will be at it again
He doth run away like a dream
I'll go when I'm good and ready
Going solo and rocking steady...










The Less
9-2-14


The less is blessed of the better
As so such a reply can only get wetter
Then Job answered and said
I can live with this
Bound in shackle and in fetter
All my close friends
Yeah, they love me
Voices say, O be gentle
As there are none above me
It's terrifying when I don't know
Are you getting all of this
Tossing the bone to a dog yet to growl
As I plead my discharge against me
While only by God's grace
I am what I am
In you and I....












On Job 19:20 (Look It Up)
9-2-14


Rock on, O righteous dude
And apply that tenacious attitude
My breath is but offensive
And I'm not in the mood
Come explore your dream's creation
Rock on, my man
In joy and elation
I cry aloud, there is no justice
To wake up lost in an empty town
I'm all set for the road come tomorrow
O, count me as a stranger
In that I learn to drown my sorrow
I have escaped by the skin of my teeth
And I have nothing left to lend or borrow
Because the papyrus of skin would perish in time
Rock on, my main man
And write again your rhyme...