Bluster
8-8-15
You left me like an empty parking lot
Not to cheat and not to defraud
Not to overeat
Being fed by the bread of the Son of God
Diversity is beautiful
We lurk near and have nothing to fear but God alone
Not one to cast the first stone
You don't need to go it alone
Yet to pilfer and swipe
Yet to swagger, bluster and strut
Going down to the bench
I get wet my butt
To roar and be tumultuous as wind
All have fallen short
All have sinned
Taking elders into the city
By the thorns of the wilderness and briers
With them teaching men
At Succoth to beat down the tower of Pennuel
I'm wide awake...
Law As Medicine
8-8-15
You're so cruel to be kind
Call no man fool
For you are not your mind
It doesn't matter to you
As still I perseverate about what we are to do
When there is ice on the street without its name
To flout and treat with disdain
To tell them what it's all about
And stay in from the freezing rain
Normative is standard
Attempting to establish what is just and true
By the prescription of the boundaries that keep us safe and sound
Brother, I will see you around....
Prosody
8-8-15
I didn't count the times I lit up today
Law as medicine O, our madness
There is no such thing as normal
When all are different
Passing right through you like a ghost
Another macron
Another long vowel
Our symbol used in such prosody
To indicate a stressed syllable
I learn to love the language
For the science and study of poetic meter
Hearing the preaching and praying of Paul and Peter
By the stressed and intonation and patterns of utterance
As Jerusalem falls and Zedekiah is taken back into Babylon
God will make a way of escape
As he did with me last night
Not a matter of black or white...
Backdrop
8-8-15
Our backdrop, our rear curtain
Our mountaintop
Of heights uncertain
Of our stage setting
Our background of such an event
I confess and soon repent
I'm up for the day
But swear not at all
As sonic penetrating to a speed equal
To that of a sound in air
At the same height of the sea level
No matter what happens today
I will not give place to the devil
Cheer up, man
It's Saturday
On end-stopped lines
Ending conterminously
With its syntactic and logical unit of this distance...
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