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Dry
2-5-15


Sometimes tea doesn't do it for me
But I would like to have an open mind
To go ahead and abhor or adore me
For tonight the stars and planets are aligned
He that says he abides in him
Ought to walk as he walked
As he whom on this day
Confides in him keeps silence
In the way that he hath talked
I am not a preacher
I am not one to say
I'm a poet and perhaps a teacher
Remaining pliable and liable
Still in need to find my way
The pen tonight is dry
In the light of a curious sky....


















Riding The Cliché
2-5-15


Not much love to go around
So was the myth
The world wanted us to believe
In fact its supply is inexhaustible
By which we can rejoice
In that we do grieve
This is the world we live in
But we are not of it
Even though we love it
So it's lamps on and sun down
Up before the dawn
Out on the east end of town
As I held you tight so long ago
For now I'm on my own given room to grow
And you have overcome the wicked one
I am not one to say
Until I see fresh tracks of light
Of the willing sun...












Letter To My Imaginary Girlfriend
2-5-15


O, daub me with asphalt and pitch
O, turn on your love light
And flip on your switch
Take another toke so you won't twitch
I don't want to call you my bitch
You're too much of a lady for me to talk like that
So I suppose I will introduce you to my cat
Her name is Amazing Grace
So we go at it at a steady pace
O, why did I write a rhyme such as this
Tea doesn't do it for me
Too sweet and much too lukewarm
Laodocia
Mind your ways
Let's try to keep it simple
The next several poetic days...












Nurse Me
2-5-15


O, lay me in reeds by the river
For I am one worthy
For God to deliver
He smiles down on me
When I say things like this
And his love and presence
Is more than a state of bliss
This is one of the Hebrew children
Give me a kiss
Lay me in bulrushes
Nurse me for a few months
And I'll be hard to miss
Cutting through God's country like a knife
Putting the rest of the work off to tomorrow
Because it's my life
O, nurse me...










Subtle Sunflower
2-6-15


I want to stay up when I get up
Bono said something like this
And Springsteen so serves as my golden calf
While I'm on my search for my better half
But God says no to this prayer
For my own good
As trinkets are made from aspen wood
It's alright in that all is peaceful in the neighborhood
Not too many yet awake at this hour
Consider the seeds of another subtle sunflower
High in protein and giving me the power
I want to stay up...












Shod
2-6-15


O, anoint my head with oil
Lord, make fertile my barren soil
O, may not the blues thwart nor foil
May I not cower or shrink back
And come Sunday I want to go back to church
To know this fellowship and its afterglow
That will inspire a hundred rhymes
By my next four books that already have titles
Shod are my beautiful feet
And I am ready to bring this word around...