Only Water After Ten
7-5-09
We yet come to terms with batteries and assaults
As we blame the earthquakes on the land and its faults
I don't know who I am or even who I was
But I keep on going just because
Only water after ten
Where I give God praise for my pen
The killing of the past is coming back to life
As I am given encouragement
To take up again my knife...
To See The Contrast
7-5-09
We yet see the difference
Between a father and a feather
As we yet perceive the distinction
Between hatred and the heather
We consider the contrast of green and purple leaves
As the victor so rejoices
As he who is defeated yet grieves
No drink after ten
Only tobacco, water and the pen
My two cats yet combat for my attention
As all desire is put on hold and in suspension
I find I can make due in all denial...
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