Friday, August 26, 2016

pick-aback

Pick-aback
6-27-16

Meet me once
Name me twice
The only way to fly
Make thee bald
Shave your head and mourn
But not me
I let it grow for we go into captivity
Where we let each other know
Yet I bring an heir and call it fair and square
Where even cubes can be as the sphere
O, pick-aback
O, surprise for our pillow
In such a way the wind blows not just your eyes
Such is not my excuse for loving you alternatively between us....




Futility
6-27-16

The cock crew and now the sky is blue
Who alone had lingered
Half day, sir, Monday
Needing not to be manic
I scatter my books around
Pens clacking pages turning
It was the keeping track that drove me crazy
And this is my meat to write my word
Come back, Bart
Let's talk it over
Riddle me, Randy Ro
Not many succeed in giving it up
Stay up awhile and we can talk about it
Where everything is wonderful
Touching the pages of this book
Calling it "Futility"....





On Micah 2:1-4
6-27-16

I'm broken down
Till you come back to me
Turn over
I don't see anything
Taking up a parable against me
The clouds are crying to lament with doleful lamentations
Utterly spoiled where they covet my fields and take them for peace
Like dew on a dashboard
It was you leaving me and you help me find myself
Devising an evil from which he cannot remove our necks
He hath divided our fields....






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