Questions At High Noon
11-6-16
Questions at high noon
I'll need another fix soon
So friend, have we to draw another hand from the stack
Yes, it's another flaming crazy study on my love seat
For unfurnished circumstance amazed and perplexed
Astonished and by loving people quite vexed
For Cretans and Arabs
She asks how do I see through all of this hair
And I say I just do
Decius well urged and iniquity purged
For Phrygia and Pamphylia
I'll be there tonight
Oftener as chief
There was known unfinished feeling
Of wellness and healing....
Split The Lark
11-7-16
How are you, my friend
How do you want it for a new beginning in the end
In all the letters we sent
Major moves all for you
And I to pretend in a leisure of this pleasure
To criticize our best intentions
Paving the roads to perdition
From Libya to Cyrene
You might just see what I mean
Come unleavened grasp our appellation of the sum
As well as the difference of my remaining run
Split the lark and you will find cacophonous melody
I will pour out my spirit and they shall prophesy
To loose the flood....
Next Puff
11-7-16
O, finished feeling
Felt at tombs staring at the ceiling praying for their wounds
Like days of old in breeze untold
Give ear for twilight time
Have not fear to write another trite rhyme
Your old men shall dream
And your young men shall see visions
For no more of such indecisions
It's the stuff in my next puff
At peace at last
Ask me about it
And pass into Cappadocia
I pour out my Spirit
Before the coming of my awesome day
So it will be just as it is
It's the stuff for my next puff....
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