sora

Sora
12-27-15

O, Sora, my rail
With short, stout bill
Que hora will not fail
when it comes to my coping skill
O, Ortolan my time to go hunting and fishing
O, bobolink, so what do you think
It is a mighty nation for mud poured down my filthy sink
Eaten as a delicacy
To be one worse than pink
Our salvo and our discharge
Our release and our rack
And our plan of attack
In freshwater bogs
And sudden outburst
Of praise and cheers....




Booth Reserved (Good Deal)
12-27-15

It is an ancient nation to return to
After my short and sweet Christmas vacation
Another written assault, ones salvo
Where we just add salt
Sooth, true and real
Booth table and a good deal
Their quiver is an open sepulcher
They eat up thine harvest and herds
And I want these pages to be more than just words
Nevertheless in these days I will not make a full end of you
Another inner altercation
Yet to eat up fig trees and vines for love on the tide
And mighty signs and impoverished fenced cities
O, trust not in dust....





Hart On Drums
12-27-15

Fate is never clear
Hate is due to fear
At five on the dot
I start my coffee with my feline friend near and dear
Another Punchinello makes his face
And I am glad I called her Grace
For laranyx and its glotting
As our pullet gives us breakfast
Ones glout is as cold as his doubt
In happy days and loving nights
No sense in worrying about tomorrow
As we extenuate all anticipation
When we stay in the moment
And take it as it comes
With Mickey Hart on drums...