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Spew
9-28-13

Looking for Dillard that wrote The Pilgrim At Tinker Creek
Being the first one at the bookshelf
Letting her go first in turning the other cheek
Trying to justify my exploding bottle of Coke
Yet to wake tomorrow
In partaking in my steam and smoke
Waiting for the drops to dry on my living room floor
Taking my brother's advice
To not end up with a whore
Where there is never a darkness so deep
That a candle cannot illuminate...




Prism
9-28-13

There is always a rainbow
In that it just takes a shower
For us to notice such prisms
That appear in such moisture
In the air upon horizons of illumination
Of which I can see through transitional lenses
Specially bought to bring out the resonance
Of all I have been taught
And so I come back over here
And tried to just go back over there
And swallow my pride....






On Mark 2:3
9-29-13

There is one sick of palsy borne of four within me made whole
By the heaven that lies inside of my heart
Where bosoms grow numb
In sitting just this way
Like a Buddha in search of something more
And Hosea taking to wife his whore
Starting over in the minor prophets
Giving birth to this rhyme of reinforcement
Of one sick of palsy borne of four....




On Mark 2:13
9-29-13

Back to my dreamlike scene by the seaside
Where multitudes come to hear my words
If I am willing to swallow my pride
Dreaming of my writings of theatre plays
Giving birth to another masterpiece
With decadent catfish fillets
Back to my dreamlike seaside
Where shells are sold for shillings and shekels
Bought with my pay given freely
As a response to what is already said and done....