attrition

Attrition
10-28-15

He could not concentrate on anything but the simple twist of fate
and the complex unravelling in dreams of travelling
For ones inoculation such an introduction of the antigenic germane and fitting
Smoking in the rain is no fun
Walking on ones tiptoes is no way to live
This is not our fate
Yet we should know it for antiquity in attrition
Outside in the distance two riders are approaching
Our rubbing away and wearing down by friction
Give it twenty minutes and then I can get on with it
Hiding three measures of meal
Till it all was leavened.....





Sails Well Spread
10-28-15

Two pages completed
Without the usual sibilation
In trying to remember what day it is
And there arose a great storm of wind
Because the people have grievously sinned
But God is my lover and not my jailor
Give it twenty minutes
By the waves that beat into the ship
As the sails are well spread
How is it that you have no faith
Synonymous to the confidence freely given to those who splurge
Today on the good stuff
I look at my timepiece to conclude that such is just right...





Why Are You Fearful!
10-28-15

Life is hard without you near me
Bob Dylan said something like that
As I patiently wait for a knock at my door
In hopes that it will be soon
In that I catch a strange vibe
Of he in the hinder part of the ship
Asleep on a pillow
Master, care not that we perish
I know these streets well
I nearly got killed here
Something keeps me coming back for more
Why are you so fearful
I will open my mouth in parables
At last he knocks
To prove all topography
Smoking in the rain is not much fun....