Gastropod
9-4-15
Computer on, sunup
Lamp soon I turn off
Yeah, I break bread and wine for the Redwing
And Eurasian thrush
I'm not coming around searching for a crush
As well for my small red wolf
My North American canid
I must be an acrobat
Glad to be alive
As one to show them where it's at
Dream out loud and step up to bat
Another short and sweet trip east and west to draw blood
Glad that for once my coffee is not mud
As you can find your own way out
To ponder and to chew the cud
Covered by the flood
By ones gastropod abalone
We are well fed until we can have no more....
Mudcat
9-4-15
You can thrash
And you can seize another newsflash
Of a new disease
In my pocket lukewarm cash
God bless the grass and trees
Can't tell mudcat from shad
Seeing it is not all that bad
Dreaming of Dawson's landing
Given a better understanding
By the atrophy and its wearing away
You see your love made complete by degeneration and decline
As one to wither, O get thee thither
Baby, I'm dangerous and it almost makes sense
Reeling in my flathead catfish
What concern hast Christ with Belial
Stated in the present tense
Come out from among them
And take down that fence...
Pig Iron
9-4-15
Turning it over to Tull
What agreement hath the temple of God with idols, namely me
I love the way I look in the mirror
Yet narcissistic as the day grows clearer
Touch not the unclean thing so understandeth the hearer
I be a father unto you and you will be my sons and daughters
Saith the Lord, Almighty of sow and swine
I go and get back at nine
We got the real world to the right
By my large and oblong mass of iron solidified
And ones pig iron or our rattlesnake trail
She is dangerous but beautiful
Where God's love will never fail
Tapped from a black furnace
We are put through it to make us what we truly are...
Fieldmarshel
9-4-15
More information later
See this passage again for the love of the Creator
Now the sun breaks through the rain
I have the whole weekend ahead of me
For seduction by the mainland and additional accessions
To but acquire it
Easier to obtain than to maintain
We make a record of it
As the universe loves it when we write it down
Having therefore these promises deeply beloved
Let us cleanse ourselves from filthiness
Like an island that wants to visit the mainland received us
We wronged no man
I speak not this to condemn you but to inspire
Hoping that these words will go somewhere
Like a butterfly effect
Let us comb your rock and roll hair....
Ballyhoo Revisited
9-4-15
Of sailor and gob and mass and lump
We have our seas to rob
Hew down the tree but leave the stump
Not for malediction nor imprecation
For those that like to forage the city dump
Another ballyhoo
Another one on me and you
For blatant advertisement
Our clamorous and vigorous attempt to reach them
O, fill the jorum to the brim
All that really matters is I'm here
I say yes to the shave and no to my hair trim
Of clamor and outcry
By glamor in that daily you die
I take my back door to yet solicit
Secret, furtive and illicit
Our back door in our hometown
Our cicerone salaried sumptuously
Our harbor and our chain mail
Everyone is from somewhere....
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