Nonlinear
10-20-14
Its effects are nonlinear
It won't hurt to try to take it up
But, O, what is it
I emphatically inquire
By the ratio of air to its water
Earth and fire
Hello, baby, I'm gone, goodbye
Come my affirmation of my latest entry
Come supplementary angles
That perch when they wish to fly
Coming to be as one to whisper
I will sell my soul for a good day
But, O, why
When I can have it all
In these longitudinal studies
Its effects are nonlinear
Come deep thoughts that comfort
And pondering to but console....
Exercise
10-20-14
Given my assignment
To try to write more neatly
A seemingly impossible endeavor
That only seems to make it more illegible
But why, O, but why not
To find new meaning in rehashing
Come the art show at York Collage
I didn't need to go there
Given this assignment
To slow down
And make the moment mean something to me
The worst that can happen
Is that I'll lapse back into compliancy
O, so be it just as it is
I'm given this assignment
To but simply be and just be me....
Perfect For A Seminar
10-20-14
Come the seminar on aerodynamics
And that of me to but fly
I've got to admit that I'm a little bit confused
At the community meeting that I decline from
Attempting taking up my casual interest in this sweet solitude
Much abused in the valley in its dale on stormy seas
I am One to set sail
Surely blessing I will bless thee
In that God doth never fail
It is impossible for God to lie
Of tuckahoes and sclerotiums
And this fungus found while heaven bound
To quality sound
I am what I am
To attend the seminar
Where there is much to hear...
Hyphae
10-20-14
I tuck into tenacity
I vouch for this velocity
Of food and sweets on city streets
For deviled eggs and red beets
At the chime of eleven
For milk and strong meats
Of threadlike elements saving seats
Of hyphae and its mycelium and steady beats
Quicken me according to thine word
Broken by trained personnel
Stop putting yourself down the way that you do
Of what is gnostic and esoteric
I'd leave it alone if I were you
But O, I am me
And tenacious I will be...
My Grouse
10-20-14
He was fitted with collar and chain
To make his wish for a good week ahead of him
In spite of clouds and rain
Where prices kept the view for pleasure and pain
And the wind begins to howl
But we keep it simple and plain
And I pray that these words have not been in vain
As a member of early heretical and mystical sects
Of his natural and corporeal existence
Pertaining to what cometh next
I pour another cup of coffee
Even when I might be afflicted and sore vexed
With much ado about nothing at all
And gallinaceous gazes upon my west wall...
On Hebrews 6:19 (Look This Up)
10-20-14
Yeah, another shaving cut
No, not another vain and fruitless rut
Yeah, call it my if, and and but
Yeah, may it be another dream to frequent Pizza Hut
Galling and vexing which hope we have and do not lack
As an anchor for ones soul to but serve as the plan of attack
Yeah, it's blood on a wad of toilet paper
Steadfast and sure
To know that there is always much more
Of which enters into the veil
Which hope we have....
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