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Ferrotype
12-13-13


By my glossy ferrotype
My avacados again are ripe
Even before I purchase them
Of a price of three for five
Dead while I am alive
To conclude how I will survive
Upon which a poet doth but thrive
By my glossy ferrotype
Given my fortieth stripe
Taking my beating
For the cause of pleasure and pain
Hoping that I have not suffered these things in vain
Being no longer afraid to mention the word insane
Where it is what it is
By our overnight freezing rain
By the gloss of all revisions...








Gird
12-13-13


Elders of the daughter of Zion
Sit upon the ground and keep silence
When those of youth
Stand by the river's bank for peace
That is derived from violence
Where the good book is full of such
According to that which we can taste and touch
Girding themselves with sackcloth
By the support of balance upon one's crutch
Where the virgins of Jerusalem
Hang down their heads to the ground
Where we learn to be abased and to abound...










Swoon
12-13-13


Children and sucklings
Swoon in the streets
Choosing wisely such side dishes
Of macaroni and pickled beets
To go along with the rhythm
Of the following sixteen bars
Taking at the feasts
Those lower and humbled seats
Where mine eyes do not fail with tears
To but succeed
By this faith that transcends all fears
By the love unconditional
That the poet doth wrestle with all his strength
Where the liver is poured out upon the earth
According to this lamentation plainly stated..




















































Inquiry
12-13-13


We emphatically inquire
O, where is the corn and the wine
And so we do without
In that we walk the line
Walking the straight and narrow
Requiring not a sign
Playing Van Morrison archives today
To but pant and pine
By the soul that is poured out
Into their mother's bosom
According to that which I can quote
To yet emphasize
Where we emphatically inquire
O, where are the grapes
And the expired milk
That I partake of when the sun goes down
To know that there are better things yet to come....










Cloak
12-13-13


Capuchins with prehensile tails
Prove the law that God's law never fails
Into our cedar wood
Driving with precision all nails
By this hooden cloak
Worn in the honor of oneself
Taking a photograph of ones reflection
In narcissistic devotions
Discovering today the obscurity
Of hidden emotions
Pouring one more cup of coffee
To prove that indeed
It is
Even where it's not...










Pleura
12-13-13


By pleurisy and inflammation
One needs not be vexed
As by bitterness of wormwood
One can yet decipher the text
Knowing nothing save the Spirit
That indwells a vessel of dishonor
Justified by that which can be seen in this darkness
That light doth shine upon
By the orthography of all that is spelled out plainly
By way of a pen out of its proper use
By pleurisy and ones swelling
Assuaged by morning juice
Gazing upon my Christmas tree
That wants to be a spruce...