mad tom

Mad Tom
7-4-10





I had a dream that I reeled in a mad tom
To bring a good meal home for Sister and Mom
So I broke his neck and put him on a stringer
Taking no thought to his venomous stinger
Observing sweet oblivion
where we are poisoned but we do not care
And when the air tanks ran out
The divers needed to come up for air
No one can tell me how I ought to live
Except for Jesus himself...
















C.And A.
7-4-10




I've come to believe
That caffeine is a worse poison than is alcohol
Where I shake in my shoes being afraid to fall
My lady friend shut me out
Because she was a little bit paranoid
Yet there is no damage and nothing has been destroyed
I try to give her a call
Or buy her a scarf from the shopping mall
A token to regain such trust
Where wood will stain and aluminum will rust
As we disregard the silver and gold
Where it is neither too hot nor too cold
This is my preference
And I have this right....


















Swifter Horses
7-4-10


Such horses were swifter that leopards and lynxes
Where Egypt is a whole lot more that pyramids and sphinxes
And by the river Nile we will be as judges of this
Crying out for power for such Scripture that I don't want to miss
Where I am seventeen seats in at the ballgame
And I have to take a piss
None of us are exempt of such infirmities
While we think of Niagra Falls and the seven seas
Such horses were swifter than cheetahs
And troubled times are no more to us a stranger....




















Barn Door Open
7-4-10


When our barn door is open
We ought to be embarrassed and ashamed
But I will cease to care
When a dog owner calls me by name
Living in a contemptible existence
Pressing on with merciless persistence
I chant the word milk
But my cat says, yeah, whatever
So I pour a drink
Assuming that such comfort is forever
But we will have a need to get out and press on
Even while in such doubt
When your barn door was open
Act natural and parochial and care not....


















Another Mad Tom
7-4-10


There is a catfish inhabitant
To the east of central United States
As such a poison that he carries
Is not what God hates
As the soccer team serves as a revelation
Where sorrow can turn into gladness and elation
Where there is a purpose for all of God's creation
And a chance to get right
With a weapon against segregation
And a kicker makes his merciless goal in the net
As a player has not reason to fret
Where I cannot change the reading on my palm
Where we take to, again
The twenty-third Psalm...