Talbot

Go On, Talbot
6-26-16

What is a pier
But to face the fear of fear
Armstrong takes a look around
Something out in the waves
In the way a problem child behaves
Therefore I have a mission yet in this precarious position
Blinded by a purer joy
To glean up scattered ashes
Where there is God's will there is a way
Weep no more, go on then
Be my whore, o, cheap pen
Mirthless but with meaning
Come stanzas of alternatives
A stanza plainly stated
Tell us a story, go on, Talbot
For slavery, the earth-born Cyclops
Swarthy as my cup of joe
I set these slaves free....




Crumbs Adhered
6-26-16

Surely every man is vapor
Come the morning I'll always be there
Propping this book nimbly under the breastwork of his satchel
Yet the scope is broad
I conduct an experiment
To see what will be
If I play that song again
Till the Lord is crucified
Fallen by a bedlam's hand
No one expects me to understand
Upon the blue ridge mountain
Tell us a story, sir
Seven books before me
I count them as cheat sheets for crumbs adhered
To the tissues of his lips
I made a mess of my life
But I am happy....