prune

Prune
7-4-13

Six hours remain
Having only fiber to surge through another vein
Call me the Sun, the brother of Rain
Six hours yet apply wherein I am already high
Hoping for the old style obsolete and desuetude
In that I give God thanks for all of my food
Nursing on prunes for glyphs and for runes
And memories of pony dung and sand dunes
Six hours to go wherein I hope that I will know
In that I don't need to go
When I am already there...





Regard
7-5-13

Regarding the annunciation and ascension
Being one to witness to them in after school detention
Spreading the word like the seed of the flower blowing in the wind
Praying O, forgive me Lord for I have sinned
And Jesus loves me no matter what I say or even do
In that I give rest to my other pen of blue
Where I find the real me in all that is in you....




Ostentatious
7-5-13

Yet to display my august and inspiring awe
Following such a love that serves as the higher law
Making requests known in that it does no harm to ask
While in ones bag of tricks and ruses
There is always one more mask
Keeping my words few
To see that they only complicate the task
Satisfied and content with the bliss in which I bask...