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Primped
3-31-16

Of rick, stack and pile
Of hay, straw and corn
Another scheme, yeah another wile
And nothing quite as forlorn
The cities are flooded
For the hurt of the daughter of my people
I am black
Astonishment has taken a hold of me
Will it be Genesis or will it be Dylan
God knows my near future
As well as far horizons
From Sela to the wilderness
Send the lamb to our ruler
I let myself in through the bathroom window
Strange is what turns me on...





Pardon My Presence
3-31-16

I got up to early
Pardon my presence
And where is Joe
You broke the bonds and loosened chains
I miss you much these days
Calling for sunshine tomorrow
Haven't you seen him
Making my cup too hot to handle
But still I manage and cope
Helping companions I meet on my way
O, that's been there for birds of prey
I must live in ways I never known
Estelle's to take me
Robert Frost is alive somewhere
One hour before I can get on with it....






On Jeremiah 9:1 (dig this)
3-31-16

What's the gun for?
I take it that you are afraid
O, such a long time it's been
We live together and tear the rest of them asunder
Where heaven comes about by conscious love
An action verb and not just a feeling
Even in the antiestablishment
It works come mores and folkways accepted without question
And embodying the fundamental
O, that my head were waters
How's about a refill
His fugitives shall flee to Zoar
What's the gun for?