Psalms 39:4

On Psalms 39:4
6-25-16

How frail am I
What time have I here
I've got to have another cup
Go on then, Talbot
You don't know how much it means to me
To be able to hold the pen and create scenes
In the morning and early afternoon
Where do you begin in this
I've got a habit under the breastwork of his satchel
Do not delay
O, my God you are my help and my deliverer
Lord, be merciful to me
For the devil says, "Why should I?"
O Pyrrhus, a pier
I saved all those words for you....




Into You (Revisited)
6-25-16

More than can be numbered
My sorrows
I boast in them as if they were my tomorrows
Living in a world of pain
To modify as by shortening
As one to steal a quote here and there
And to taste the note of fear quite fair
As words trouble their gaze
Into you a tunnel denting outward convex
And it's funny the car doesn't even have a dent
With money for the silence
Gold and the history, sir?
This I have failed at
Go on, Talbot apart from expurgation of lines skew
I still do
Into you....






Feckless, Not
6-25-16

Somehow I've frightened myself out of being scared of myself
Before publication stand these words of now
And high hopes dug out of a twenty-ten folder
For inspiration and my right hand is crying
But I still have the will to write on
Drunk upon my own holy mountain
So shall all the righteous stay sober
Continually yet distorted and biased in meaning and effect
Blessings yet to enumerate
Still trying to understand you
As Clapton does Dylan
For ye have drunk upon my holy mountain
Hear my sad complaint
By a power I cannot resist....