bullion

Bullion Revisited Again
11-24-15

Wasting love in a desperate caress
Seeing high above the bullion
In bars and ingots
Seeing that my place is a mess
In its convenient form for shading
Remolting and refining music and poetry
With God as a dear wife and sole passion
Committing villainy in my tent cone
Rolling shadows of light
To praise and give thanks
Group alternating with group
Therapy makes good soup if you can only taste
And God forbid we waste it
For Abijah and Zichri
Standing across from them in their duties...





Temple Procedures Restored
11-24-15

The love of our lives is coming up quickly
Two hours before I can face the music and get on with it
Skimming the bullion
Dross easily crushed
And pulverized to powder
To be good spice for the chowder
As temple procedures are restored
And I learn my lesson to not retreat
For fear of fear
For Asaph our collector
Our Levite musical composed at the chime of five
The song was ended to begin again on the other side
For ones pokeweed of deep-purple
Berries in depressed round clusters
Yet to dulcify and appease
And to say at last
Be at ease...




Dedication Of The Wall
11-24-15

O, Dulcinea
The one I never met
O, ladylove
How can I forget
Tomorrow night full moon
God willing
Of dulcet symphonies taken in
And our mullein of figwort
Native to the old world
O, what a cold world so it is without your love
Another dedication of the wall
For the madman in the corner
Of your eye that likes to pry into your sunlight
Namely the ego of mullein
Of figwort, not ones last resort
Another one to fill our cresset
Our illuminant burned as a beacon...