census-taker

Census-Taker
11-4-16

Air conditioner once again
Too much heat in here even for my pen
I thought what to do that some still say cannot be done
To get back in touch with you as moon and sun
I think I'm almost there
I think I am one as dead
Vitality begins
O, celestial host
Forgiven of all our sins
O conquer mentality
To hide behind closed doors
Wedlock of will
Our delay come circumstance
As the frame
All longitudes exist and much more thrive
When we make that list
What can it mean but that Satan is pissed.....





Typewriter
11-4-16

True blues, my latest work
Good news where the backflap might lurk
Thank God, she doesn't need to be a Turk
Yeah, I might look like a typewriter
Hitting the cuts like an nail biter
By the making of life and taking of strife
Sunday is my prize slipping to peril
For a large order of fries
So I mind my own bees and ignore the flies
For our discontinued hopes
I'm still learning the ropes
Built of all the element
This dweller manages and copes
With the Maker of the dream
And brainfreeze
Over mint chocolate chip ice cream...