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Her Bluecoat School
10-15-16

Earl of Dorset
Do your thing with virgin hands
The man says it's time to go
Best of luck
Remember times we used to know
Yet to disinter this mystery and bury her again
On grounds sacred afttermoon
She says again doth how many cigarettes
Will it take for me to make that scene
As legions of a night
What a sign to see
Yet no news of it abroad
I'm not certain but I stand by my word
Birth pangs together until now
Consider good success manifest
As no man is the One
Loathe yet willing
What a reason for waking
I will pray on it and come and see....






Prods (For gods)
10-15-16

Crooked politicians on the tube
We begin to die again
Accustomed to just this
By way of pen every hello is a goodbye
In surrounding sounds of silence
And the music that will follow
Where dreaming prompts us to participate
To clothe and to compose
Where only Jesus knows
To see new nature points hip pocket soap lotion
To call it tepid paper upon which to write
Pay up every last mite
In figments of mine own inspiration
Come and see!
And I saw but a pale horse
And upon him riding was Life....