Espial
12-9-15
Refulgent and respendent
Into the distance her motor id running
Peaceful and pleasant and she's dreaming of a pheasant
For another fluted wineglass yet to depone and declare an oath
Why settle with one when you can have them both
Stretched to the point of no turning back
For ironmongery of handmade mechanical
Only half awake for the hue of baize
I ramble on for the rest of my days
Silvery white and hoary and frosty
The snowman speaks of upcoming weeks espial
Mottled and lean
Some of the leaves are still green....
Another Bolster (At Six-Twenty)
12-9-15
Six-twenty
The cops are running two hours late
Garcia said something like this
For ironmongery I pray that my mother is alright
Amen and amen
A courtesy of flesh and bone
For indeed I am raising up the Chaldeans
A bitter and hasty nation
And an intermission serving as my short vacation
Marching through the breadth of the earth
Milking it for all that it's worth
Come to Beth-el and transgress at Gilgal
One world
We multiply in our iniquity
In marble halls behind the seven walls
And another bolster....
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