pillion

Pillion
3-8-15


They lie in wait for their own blood
Soon to partake again in my Irish Spring soap sud
Trying to stir it up last night
I was back to square negative ten
But today I know my brew by its cup
Saddling up the pillion
Sitting on gold worth a million
Time to step in the water
And come out oft refreshed
say to the stone thou hast brought me forth
As so come Tuesday I go again north
Even when things go south
It is God that hath made my mouth....








On Jeremiah 2:27 (check this out)
3-8-15


To strip away the old degree
I still am and I'll do just me
For tires spitting gravel for all races
To see they have turned their backs to rough tracks
It's no longer about phenomena
As their books in their chaotic stacks
Not according to what one lacks
It's been years since I tasted of my Big Macs
Not very poetic but it will suffice
For another new beginning
And it's going to be another prolific one
And in the time of their trouble
They will say O, arise and save us...










Let's Begin
3-8-15


I am ready Let's get on with it
O let's begin
To yet arrive and to be gone with it
When I lose indeed I win
O, generation
See ye the Word that I see
In the wilderness of my Zin
But what are thy gods that thou made thee
No better than a bowling pin
Likened unto an endless leaden sky
We can see through ones closed third eye
If they can save thee in a time of trouble
O, what good is it
In bursting your bubble
Clean again as a baby's rump
And no more beard stubble
Taking comfort in my sideburns
My inner Jew agrees...










Caption
3-8-15


Come the caption
Reading God reprimands
A scholar goes back to class with clean hands
And a student of the Word doth but thirst upon desert sands
Wherefore will you plead with me
A poet understands
Learning to live with the ads between tracks
Learning to converse with all lads carrying backpacks
I still have not turned away from nails and thumb tacks
More to yet hang up
And good coffee in my cup
I take the goods with their bads
Come the caption I make a note of
To but naturalize and internalize it...










Jealous
3-8-15


I see a jealous face in my photograph
Wanting for myself such a rod and staff
Dividing the waters
Crossing over to make them laugh
I had a humungous ego in such days
Still a part of me
According to the number of cities are my gods
In the form of curiosities
All have transgressed
In wait we have smitten our children
As one to cast stones in glass houses
It's so wrong
But I still love them in my God....










Weighings
3-8-15


To know wisdom and instruction
And their puzzling sayings
To perceive the words of understanding
Upon our scales our weighings
she cries out of chief concourses
By chains in their adornment
I have a need of shifting of gears
The fool is arrogant and self sufficient
They let me do my own thing
In this a wise man will hear and increase learning
This repetition so succors in ones pursuits
To get it all down pact
Wisdom calls aloud outside
And crieth in chief concourses...