Bestrid
12-28-15
As death will be chosen
And our fingers be frozen
We all have to fly someday
O, shall they fall and not arise
God, don't leave me here stranded
Need to wreck my Chevy
To ride tomorrow in a Limouzine
Yet bestrid our Orpheus Thracian
with the power to move inanimate objects
Yeah, even these have a consciousness
The page is turned
Let it be known
Bestrid and stranded for our Eurydice
Soon I go over to see the local shrink
Comment not intended in such a way
Ambiguous
I cannot deny it...
Cremona (On the Po)
12-28-15
Why then are we slidden back
Why now do I still write in the dark
I won't quit till I'm a star
Going supernova
Going to Cremona east southeast of Milan on the Po
In case we don't know
For pillowbeer and a new beginning is near
For the polisher of refinement and elegance in style tomorrow
The gig is on but today I get what I need
Willie is in heaven with his weed
Unless such was but a rumor
Yet a beau, the stork of heaven knows her anointed times
Jesus has got this...
Armed With A Javelin
12-28-15
Yet a beau, yet a dandy
Yet a fop with an attitude to cop
For the turtle, crane and swallow
In bliss we will wallow
Seems like an easy thing to let it go for one more day
Why did the nations rage
For birds content in their cage
The kings of the earth took their stand
And Jesus has got this
Observing the time of such a coming
As my people know not this judgement
Searching for equality
How do you say we are vile
Armed with a javelin
Can't put it down
With all things in common....
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