cossethay

Cossethay
7-13-16

Searching for more unmarked territories
Already feeling exhausted
And all the nations shall serve him
And his son's son
O, that lucky old sun and another Nietzshe
Is there anyone still here
When you have to fly at the chime of six-twenty
To myself again I die for daily chats and laughs
And kisses from across the room
The Paperboy brings more
For paper forebodings
I have consumed them by his hand
And today it looks likr rain
Instead of suppressing them
We've got utters for flock and drove
To cosset our cossethay
Magic is at your fingertips.....




Pedsill (At Pitmouth)
7-13-16

Our sun is in tune
Eclipsed by the moon
Yet efficacious
Hearken not to their diviners nor dreamers
L.A. is darem for love's sweet old song
In unlimited ways and paths of conversation
Love conquered of Pitmouth
That bring their neck under the yoke
For the merriest of laughs
Do you accept my tulip
And that I should drive you out
And you should perish for Pedgill
Yet niggling
Why will ye die
Thou and thy people
Efficacious and not the fortunate lingerers
Good morning fellow
Worker to but shunt our railroad switch niggling....





Shiny Sole
7-13-16

Can you sense the change?
Our chagrin on another dark day
Therefore hearken
Today quite grateful pushing together
To dig another ditch in the hands of fate
Nestling in yet palpable
O, Mandy our duffer
Couldn't have said it better myself
For I have not sent them
Lifted all in an armful
On the foot of the bed
I fold my clean shirts on the Bois
Sure enough a soul won't be satisfied with stuff
Like a long spelled word shooting for precision
As well I speak to the priests
Clinging close to things to come
A day as dark as night
Scald the coffee kettle
Shooting for the best.....