debauchery

Debauchery (Into Fragments)
10-16-16

Tomorrow is fresh but today is ripe
As he that gather in summer is a wise son
In some Cyprus grove
I'd rather be interred tonight
We can have the end of the dream
Even if it's nothing new
Accepting new challenges joyfully
Are you only kidding yourself in this
Six feet deep in the clay
As out to yet Doloboy
I say, come to me, my dreams
And it will be okay
They don't need to convince me
Come all arbithrim
Folly dealing my struggle
Brother has my telegram
And it's his mess I'm stuck in
Who am I kidding
For dissolution of sinuosities.....






Sinkapace (Part 2)
10-16-16

Come along my soldier and put away your gun
For Arbitrum pockmarked
And authenticity like a Chevy parked
Ones pitlike scar of the bayonet
If we even just write down the image
It will be enough to begin all recollection
My questions are purely academic but far from pure
Where he holds my follies hostage
Put away your gun to fit the muzzle end in close combat
Even for sinuosities
Members of the just are blessed to be a blessing
Be the church
The eye cannot say to the hand
I have no need of you
So put away your gun.....