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My Office
4-30-14


May I magnify mine office
I am a poet living on the east end of town
I travel west mostly three days a week
To see all that my weary eyes can behold
Darling, I can't stop the rain
Or turn your black sky blue
By men whom don't bow down to the image of themselves
Giving God thanks for this third dimension
So that I might see the bredth
O, let their eyes be darkened
According to the music to which poets have hearkened
I am ready to preach the gospel
To those in Shiloah also
In these dreams of going there on foot
For of Him
Through Him and to Him
Are all things
To whom be glory forever
Amen...










"Hello!"
4-30-14


O, what more can I expect
When I do not understand
What I am to yet accept
In all of such denial
My soul doth seem inept
Where I cry out to be but observed
At the library with my Bible and my pen
Knowing thirty more soldiers for my army
That fights for peace
Seemingly a contradiction
Of terms just as it is
I beseech you therefore
Brethren by his mercies
Even for those said to be as worms
Groveling and abject
And contemptible
To be but glorious
Not oxymoron
Where antibodies dwell with these germs
O, what more can I expect
This is my new way of saying
Hello....























Razorback
4-30-14


I am not ashamed of these words
For it is the power to toss breadcrumbs to my birds
In the passing of another sweet hour
Being criticized remorsely
And therefore glory in that I am counted worthy
To suffer with a smile upon my face
I am glad that I went there yesterday
To come back here today
Yet rugged, yet broken
Yet ridged, yet jagged
Yet harsh, yet severe
Wherein today inside of me
It's either faith or fear
May I provoke them all to emulation
Where to the music we grow deaf
And to God's beauty blind
Dependent on circumstances
In what is precarious
Here's one for the road
Tossing corn to my razorback
She is my friend today
In that I am not ashamed....










Whalebone
4-30-14


I heard a voice
That he tried to call me up yesterday
From another southwest corner
Of this darkness that I still prefer
By plankton
By whalebone
By baleen
I'm getting by without my internet pornography
I've been given a way of escape
As I befriend my rorqual
Getting it all on tape
Taking in various beautiful shapes
Of bosoms real
By all fringed and platelike sheets
In getting out on another Saturday for good eats
By my motile organisms
Being not conformed
To the image of this world....








My Exhortation
4-30-14


O, he that exhorts
May him do this in simplicity
And he that rules with diligence
Throwing the knife that lands inches from my heart
It's all poetry to me
Yeah, even the bible
There is something in it for everyone
Flowing freely as stagnant waters
That wish to yet flourish by the blood
Which is the protein of avacados
Doth nourish for the abundance
Of milk and butter is yet to be spread
Where we will eat that which is left in this land
I think I've been here before
In my yesterday in its pursuits
Be not wise in your own opinion and conceit
O, he that doth admonish
May him do so in humility....