sepiolite

Sepiolite
11-17-15

Strabismus, squinted, closed eyes
She tells me to keep writing stories
Good afterglow
It's alright because I love you
Another one for Meerschaum
She says good luck with not smoking
Our sepiolite
It looks like rain for tomorrow
But it does not have to mean ones sorrow
O, cuttlebone of hydrous magnesium silicate
Crazy words for flocks and herds
Voice inside says join more groups like this one
Appoint out for you cities of refuge
That the slayer might flee to
Two hours and twenty five dollars to spare
I need to go again but to where?




According To The Grant Of Cyrus
11-17-15

It packs a forty-five
Watching our backs hoping to look alive
Ones calcareous internal shell
Hold away despair and give your blues hell
Not a cut-up
Not a show-off
Rangy, slender and long limbed of terrain
Mountainous raising a levy of thirty thousand
We wonder how can this be
Even our league between Solomon and Hiram
And a new kind of serum
By the craft of Zerubbabel
To whistle a different tune
Setting the altar upon its bases
Just making faces....





You Can Call Me Jason
11-17-15

For the fields of the city and the villages thereof
Gave they to Caleb
One of the only ones to enter in
I need a miracle keeping the feast of tabernacles and it's real
Believe what I say
I need a miracle
Giving money to the carpenter and mason
They used to call me Stoner
But you can call me Jason
Giving even Timnath-Serah in Mount Ephraim
I need a miracle
Giving away our drink, oil and meat
How beautiful are their feet that bring around the Word
I need a miracle
Ask and you shall receive
According to the grant
Don't say that you can't....