afterwit

Afterwit
11-5-16

Moderate volume at a quarter till six
On the highway to the mall in dreams of getting more music
In Him existence sense and yet my forces illegible
These days have just begun and here it is
And I will be there
Just wait and see square and fair
She is in my luggage
Came home with more than what I left with
I'm standing this one in
And sitting the next one out
O, shall I entreat a word or two
O, you decline
I'm still here
Afterwit
Go back....




Cunning Balustrade
11-5-16

The dust did scoop itself
Where cattle flung to barns idly waiting
The cunning balustrade on the turnstile
I'm not in the feasting mood today
Come wagons quickened on the backstreets
On Sunday I know clean sheets
Yes, I've been blessed
Interrupting the common ground in my sugar scoop
Just call me Jase
And let me swear by my resolution
Seeing that such is a closed case
Writing this cunning balustrade
And today ample time to make this bed
O, shrewd conniver you know his means
Dying to face up to it....