Bilge Water
12-28-15
Nothing I say is written in stone
Setting their abominations in the house called by my name
Shave that beard stubble and call it a morning
And accept the light that comes to pass
Supernal and celestial
Coming from thee
Try these blessings
Loving my new black socks
At Delos on the Aegean
Our rondure
Don't cry but if thou must so be it
Be true to thine self and pour that coffee
Of bilge water
As Peter addresses the Sandhedrin
She taught him how to dance....
Nereid
12-28-15
Something about freedom
We thought he did not know
Although their love was hanging on a limb
For our Nereid we gaze into the sky
Eighth in distance our satellite of Neptune
She gave it all she gave
Days come when it be no more called Tophet
Nor the valley of the son of Himmon
Come the first persecution
Swinging in the silence between notes
And space between
In an empty room
O, so full of the voice of mirth
The money hits the table and the deal is going down...
Otway
12-28-15
The money changes hands
Too much, too fast
In the valley of slaughter
We bring gifts for our daughter
At that time they shall bring out the bones of the kings
He kills the bull and lives another day
To be spread before the sun and moon
No more dead having so much fun
Getting my guitar in tune
Son of Elkanah
The heard of God
Looking for Rowe, our poet Laureate
Coming out of our graves
Looking for Wycherly and the plain dealer
Our Otway
Never to get around to them all
May this serve you well....
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