salt land

A Salt Land
3-14-16

Wanting not too much
Time to think about it
Today I wreck it in that I doubt it
Then appear chariots of fire
With mantle panting heed waters
Elisha goeth over living ten miles south of Dover
This evening I live for wheat and corn
Where I take my seat to bless the day when I was born
Does the hawk fly by your window
He turned back guns across the river aiming at you
Stuff happens
God, I hope to you to get it done
I'd take you there but I don't own wheels
searching after every great thing
A reason to write it and sing...




We Call It Hor
3-14-16

I'm supposed to be ground zero with the cigarette
By the time I turn forty-three
Can one walk around it?
Could it be too far
Or do we go right through it
Thinking of subjects through wonder
As one to hunker down come thunder
We call it Hor
And we want more and more
does the hawk spread her wings toward the south?
The math works out
O, will the wild ox be willing to serve you show to fail
Bringing crystal light to my eyes in darkening skies....