in velveteen

In Velveteen
8-6-15


Could have used the sweater
For the writing of this letter
It's always cold in these public places
But it all falls under God's graces
One more hour till I catch my lift
Be not forgetful to entertain strangers
For thereby some have entertained angels unawares
This used to be my favorite verse
Because I was the singer along to songs of Warrant and Winger
Clad in velveteen our cotton pile fabric with short velvetlike pile
What can this mean to the artist when it comes down to style
If my covenant be not with day or night
Then I will cast away the seed of Jacob...
















To Gabriela
8-6-15


Let conversation be without covetousness
Don't want something that doesn't belong to you
Be content in the things you already have
I've gone today without my music
But at least I have it going on at home
Hold on, soldier for he has said
I will neither leave you nor forsake thee
Another mistral our cold and dry northern wind
Of south France and neighboring regions
Writing my letter to Gabriela
A Chilian poet that passed away in fifty-seven
I will know them all someday in heaven...
















Small Potatoes In Butter
8-6-15


For Mistral our provincial poet
I though I saw the shadow of a housefly
Winning the Nobel Prize in forty-five
Another good read
So that they may boldly say the Lord is my Helper
and I will not fear considering the end of our conversation
Remember those that have rule over thee
More than small potatoes steeped in butter
It happened at about twenty after two all so suddenly
And now I'm trashed
Keep your eyes on the prize
On tomorrow
It happens....


















We Have An Altar
8-6-15


Waiting for my caravan
All I can do this evening is cope
There is hope
Five hours of reticence with my cat
And another early one tomorrow
Wishing to be insensate
But that would not be human
A little bit too much coffee
That's all I think about for my tomorrow
Voice in my head says I'm shaking like the Dickens
An old term to describe the devil that seems to get his way
Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today and forever
Better now than never
Wishing to be insensate
But such a feeling is nothing to hate
Waiting for my caravan
Waiting..








What In Heaven
8-6-15


Time drags on
I'm that way again
It comes with age
At least we're on the same page
Don't do anything rash
And in the morning take out the trash
And just be thankful for the stash
Hang in there, hold on soldier
Today I did myself in
The word of God is no such sin
Dub step music in the background
What in heaven am I going to do on Tuesday
What in heaven am I going to do tonight
Jesus Christ the same yesterday, today and forever
I'm beat for the red, white and blue
Time drags on...










Without The Camp
8-6-15


Keep your eyes on the prize of tomorrow
Why did you put away your bible
I must say because it was too much
It happens
Let us go forth unto him without the camp
So where did you get that from
It was in my other notes
A bible burnout once again
Next week I'm in need to cut expenses
At least it's not Tuesday
Just shut up and enjoy your coffee
Here we have no continuing city
a day here and now can do it to you
Bearing his reproach
Need cold water
Keep your mind on your provisions.....