trow

I Trow
7-12-16

Up at twenty till six
Not too late, not too soon
Queen of my dreams give me a fix
Come next Tuesday
Full moon for another officiant
Set me on fire today
O, Lord for the pen
And I have seen folly in the prophets of Samaria
Trow I owe to take it slow and pay what I owe
And they prophesied as prophet and priest is profane
Be careful with that shovel and spade
Not to hit upon rock
Driven on and to fall therein
We are profane and profound
And I still dig that old school sound
Cohere
I'm hitting the lieu
I trow......





On Jeremiah 23:15
7-12-16

Devouring our fire for the offscouring      
Directing the choir
And I have seen their folly
Much like errings of our melancholy mourning
To climb, traction to help us get unstuck
While digging a ditch
For the water that flows
And today Jesus knows
Laughing in the grasses and the graze
Behold I will wean us off of the wormwood
That once tasted good to drink
The waters of gall to be a remedy concerning the prophets
Yellow bird you are not lonely
Hoping to stay hungry for the bread from generous hands
As the porkbutcher snaps
Three sheets for his bundle....