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Acetate
9-9-15

Being grateful that the rhythm is always hiding from you
A wood used in grilling
And time to be killing
By velvet fabric on rayon
Acetate, nylon and silk
Not too soon, not too late
A broken crater sinking to the bottom of a flagon
Of milk, you'd think that she ought to float
And of such a phenonema you jot a note
By a thick soft file
Formed by cords of warp thread
On days when you feel to be both alive and dead
For winnings and clear gain of sinnings
That bring one pleasure and pain...




Muffle
9-9-15

For God so loved the world
That He gave his own begotten son
That would be the burden to yet weigh a ton
Remembering a bee that crawls into the barrel of a pellet gun
By the thick-bare part of the upper lip of ruminants
Ones muffle you know that I took that pie
To conduct a scuffle
To wrap it with something
To deaden and prevent the sound to suppress and stifle
While ironclad bound
For clean gain and profit
And a voice that whispers
Just come off it
Tell me what did I do
That sent you away from me....





Shawl
9-9-15

I come down from the mountain a happy man
To drink of this forever fluent fountain
So I can do the best I can
To wrap and envelop in a shawl
Or a coat to slowly develop
As a ewe lamb or a she goat
Strike that rock again
And God doth but chide
O, wrap me in the shawl
It will do one good in the long haul
To blow through the deep of my shawm
To maintain composure and to stay calm
For our tunneling and quantum mechanical process
Not to be seen ones alm
Forbidden in classical mechanics
I dream of reading your palm...