Exegete
7-3-13
Saying my prayers for all savants and exegetes
Saying a blessing on the rain that falls upon those filthy city streets
Giving God thanks for my island and clean sheets
Chain smoking Pall Mall shorts for the cause of calming that such exhorts
Discerning new hues upon old tennis courts
Saying my prayers...
Effluvia
7-3-13
Of my mundane effluvia
Today I might write where I walk by faith and not by sight
In a stage of metamorphosis and regeneration
Being made again whole
Being born again and saved by the change
That thrives in my mortal frame
Given my housefly companion
Of such a mundane effluvia
Yet to put on another record
That comes in its digital form free of charge
Where the place I stand is large...
Oats
7-4-13
Not by the blood of calves or goats
Is the honey sweetness of my decadent bowl of oats
Regarding the last plagues accompanied by silent notes
Introduced to a strange flavor by the palate of deep sea fishing boats
Briny and dark
Where I decline from the proposition
To go to the park....
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