jumpstart

Jumpstart
8-8-15


Last night's mud and a fresh batch
Jesus' blood
He makes my future mate and match
Out again at quarter till three
To meet a distant brother
Feeling actually rested for a change
As one to monopolize
And to obtain exclusive possession
Of what I hold in my right hand
Inky of blue, I think of you
In the sink, morning dew
For exclusive control
All is well with my soul
God has the right people already set up for me
Is that all you want from me
Another mild expletive
And another U2 album
I play to jumpstart my consciousness....










Dame
8-8-15


For my interjecting word and expression profane
Using proper prudence and discretion
Another king is slain
Our exclamatory oath
Why choose between the two when we can have both
I'm ready to take it to the street
To touch a lot of people
The dame equivalent to the knight
All the same I live for the dark of night
Our matron, our human right
Our bird in flight
Pray for it and yield
Don't slay for it
As God is your shield
Get a Farmer's Almanac
And study up on your crops
Face pressed up against the glass
Low in valleys and high upon mountaintops....










Swag
8-8-15


Used only with the definite article
Another study
You're the real thing
Which is why the cross is still bloody
To swagger and strut while in doubt
To force by blustering
In our ostentatious display of such a pride corroded
Yet to lurch and to sway
Tomorrow I go to church and pray
Holding off on the basic essentials closer to daylight
Will it make it easier on you
Now to hang loosely and to sag
In the middle of our festoon
And our suspended garment
By the view of another crescent moon....








Ministry
8-8-15


Prayer is my ministry
I want to pray for you to carry a bundle
And to travel with ones belongings
We're one but we're not the same
Love is a temple
In our low places in tracts of land
Producing ranker vegetation
We get to carry each other
Offering is all set for my tomorrow
Where low places are quite fertile
And high places will be deficient for the coefficient
Our festoon, our string and chain of flowers
Our foliage and ribbon
And all manners of knowledge
Of such powers yet to leave in a lurch and desert
When help is needed
The most in ones awkward swaying motion and gait
Prayer is my ministry...










Arabah
8-8-15


Lord quicken me according to thine word
Spilling over the brim
Is the juice from my curd
I take not credit for what I do
Yet still accept the compliments graciously
Four hours of sleep last night
And three the day before
I actually feel alive and quickened
And I want more and more
Of the God that I adore
For festoons and chains of flowers
For crescent moons
By gains of captured hours
To lurch, to steal and filch
To go to church, to kneel
To lurk near in a state of watchfulness
All is well with my soul...