armorbearer

Armorbearer
9-16-15

The armorbearer is not there
People come from a wood where honey dropped
Like a fish in the water
Like a bird in the air
The rivers are not stopped
As no man puts his hand to his mouth
For sweet, sweet surrender
Mine eyes are enlightened
Because I tasted my drop
Saul and Jonathan taken and chosen
As nights grow cold
And the dew upon the ground is frozen
I tasted honey
O, I must die
Almost out of money
But I don't need to lie
This old guitar taught me how to sing a love song
Taking the spoil of sheep and oxen
To eat them with the blood
Glad for the coffee that is not as the mud...




Endive
9-16-15

For the endive of our rosette
O, look alive
Hold your loan of and bear no regret
In the twister in its succession
How can I leave you again to giggle and to chitter
I will not play the part of the quitter
I taste of her coconut half-restrained
And self conscious for our chicory of oblong leaves
And of composite plants of all sorts
The bible scholar admonishes and exhorts
Its root used in a cup of joe
And such a taste is all now I know
For the endive and its curly-edged leaves for salads
Finding out what it really means to me....





Streamlined
9-16-15

For the first time I know what I'm missing
Observing the old ways in Egyptian kissing
And there shall come a Branch out of his roots
The suckling child shall play on the hole of the asp
And the weaned child puts his hands on the cockatrice's den
Taking in all that I can grasp
And as one to go back and study it again
Sleek, smooth and glossy
Well fed and well groomed
Finely contoured and streamlined
And another check on Monday signed
Offering the least resistance
To a current of fresh air
Wanting to live much more than just existing
Wanting to say that I don't care
For the first time I know what I'm missing
Designed for maximum efficiency....





Sledge
9-16-15

Modernized and up to date
I fantasized of a world without hate
Lost in the storm I pass on through
Dry sledge drawn by draft beasts of the field
Cheese wedge still good living on the ocean blue
Dreaming of other islands such is as of me
Glossy, smooth and sleek
For the burden of Babylon
Which Isaiah the son of Amoz did see
Streamlined and finely contoured
I know not what I write
I just know to but be
And the lion shall eat straw
As the ox of streamlet and of rivulet
All I need to do is what's inside of me....