Abecedarian

Abecedarian
10-28-15

Happy birthday Jesus in advance
I wake here this early morning
My first chance
Well I was old as the hills
In a fine romance
Here's one for my tulleries
It takes a miracle to translate my horrendous calligraphy
One for our porterhouse
In churches and brothels
Today I splurge on espresso unleaded
With dreams of Crimea of the south Ukraine
Another abecedarian
Perhaps we better start from the beginning
Clad in black in reverence to my Ostrogoths
God knows it's been fun
Yet he had no root in himself
For books on the shelf
Happy birthday, Jesus...





On Mark 4:13
10-28-15

New book, spanking new
At Mars I take another look
On a clearer day so far
We have been very much fortunate
As a lad barbarous
Our nomadic pastoralist
Unto you it is given to know the mysteries
That seeing they might not see
And not perceive where the sower doth sow the word
Hold onto your dreams
For the tares among the wheat
Know ye not this parable
And how will you know all others
Like a Geometry proof , the given
That seeing ye may see...





Thus Far
10-28-15

And those are by the wayside
Having no root in themselves
Tripped up by such a pride
Afterwards when affliction or persecution arises
Immediately they are offended
Casting in the Seine not meant to hang vertically
In the water by weights
There's a contour of the mountains
Another star God creates
By the weights at the lower edge
Another partisan of refined upbringing
Our members of the aristocracy
By the crater and the maar
We have come thus far...