pulque

Pulque
9-1-14
* I die to but live




of milky pulque
And annotations mistaken
Fermented and made into morning juice
As a shepherd that doth seek out his flock
To let his sheep go out loose
Of milky pulque
And enunciations out of turn
We yet learn
And and twice again
Discern
In the day when he was among such sheep
I take a toke of my cigarette deep
By my agave fermented
I find a new way to describe it
In the here and now of Today....












On Ezekiel 34:11
9-1-14
*** I break my fast on nonpareils




To but sterilize and to retort
This will not be as my last resort
By such a vessel of distillation
I refrain from taking my neighbor to court
I take another swig deep
And hope that tonight I will get my sleep
By my alembic attitude
Of its avarice and authenticity
Of photo albums
In every kind and sort
They are but as snapshots
Of where I come from
Thus saith God in me
Behold it is I
Even I will both search my sheep
And seek them out...
























Carafe
9-1-14


To but fill my carafe
To but in dreams kill my giraffe
In such a way that I am satisfied with these meats salted
And seasoned in the corner of my foreign field
I have this dream again
O, how long till you put an end to these words
By way of bible, tablet and pen
As the silver in my own hair
Shines in the cool September fresh air
To but fill my carafe
I pray to make my way on through....














Labor Day Clean Shave
9-1-14
*** I go clean cut again...




Once, twice and thrice again
I am smooth like a baby's butt
O, Jesus what's it all about
Beside myself I am for you
As a Jesus freak and a bible nut
This time around I am spared with a shaving cut
As my sheep wander aimlessly through the mountains
Seeking to quench a thirst unsatisfied by these temporal fountains
Neither did the shepherds seek them out
They feed themselves instead
By our famine and its drought
Upon every high hill
They but low and bleat
As if on easy street
As so I'm in for a treat...