Goujon

Gougon
2-25-16

O, all of this beautiful madness
O, all of this glorious sadness
To bond the impulse we cannot undo
The love that has been bestowed
Across the cities of the plain
Through revolving doors quite complete
As what is more in the dark makes my continuum
Take a page from this red book
Our rite of passage
Obsolete but absolute
O, Gougon
O, your chisel and blade
Where is the grace for the Muscadet
And the space cadet
On the Loire He opened His mouth
And taught them saying
Blessed be the poor...




No Sales Tax
2-25-16

Our Muscadet on the Loire
And Duck Dynasty beef jerky
He's a signal turning green
O, Voltaire
The pen name of Francis Marie
Such a French philosopher
Tough enough not to choose it
And strong enough to lose it
As a radio receiver
Today I am full of surprises
For gouge and chisel
For the third world man
Going to a store with no sales tax
O, future to yet frivol
How are you on your finances
May I ask on the Marne
Blessed are they that grieve
And they shall be comforted
We draw our own designs
Fate here is only a weight
So I save it for later...





Root Out And Pull Down
2-25-16

Say unto thine brethren, Ammi
That's the way that lady luck dances
In love with one tall, dark and handsome
O, roll it in the eleventh year of Zedekiah
I fulfil my purposes
It's a dig for the abstraction
For the priests that are in Anathoth
Say not, I am a child
Nor I cannot speak
As deuces and aces will be wild
Shalt proceed
Wilt but persevere
Jeremiah, what seest thou
I see a rod of the almond tree
Thou seest well
No leftovers for Sunday's sermon
But me just being there
God is witness....