gathering

Gathering (just a confession)
9-25-12

I need to work for my smoke
In rolling my own
With the pipe residue of what is to come
Yet to put into practice moderation and temperance
Easier spoken of than undertaking of this self control
In my excess and concupiscence
Justified in that indeed I am
Where even if the vintage fails
The gathering here will be plentiful
For the taking in all that's coming this way....




On Isaiah 32:12 (read s.o.s.)
9-25-12

Lamenting for my own teats
And for bountiful lands
And my own fruitful vine
Of a glass that is poured out of God's mercy
In the grace that follows all inebriety
Drinking instead my coffee when I rise at five
In praising God here to be alive
Rejoicing for her teats
Reading again the Song Of Solomon
For insight into what is justified
In that which appears explicit
And graphic in nature
Of this illustration designed to teach me
To be me....