Concord

At 1300 Concord Road
4-2-16

Another synecdoche and a clean shave
When we were just boys
He did run for the hills
Another metonymy
A secret for eternity
There are limits to human knowledge
The Spirit teaches
Must it be my shame
Or can I call it my glory
Of tropes rhetorical
And devices of me lanker
Your life is your own
Hands separate for sovereignty
And the battle for strong drink
Staying out of your smoky sight
O, what irony
He'll tempt you and tell you
Saying, trucker
I want your soul
At thirteen hundred Concord
At Beer Pointe I'm tired
But I don't quite feel it....




On Proverbs 1:4 (Taking Chances)
4-2-16

Horses formerly interposed long and lean
In liturgical text
Concerning what comes next
It goes against my ego
Feeling threatened and insecure
Reporting to Autecology one o-two
And then to Synecology one o-one
In dreams of taking too long to repack my books
Writing rhymes inspired by my new church
A whole new philosophy for those that seek
As blessed are the meek
For judgement and equity
Give prudence and subtility to the naïve.....





It Works Out
4-2-16

Good things become as God things
As Spirit intercedes
For the fools' hall of fame
Don't leave me here in shame
I'll remember you
Give time to me to think
One moment will do for when loneliness is due
Another day to be inside of you
Like the love that lingereth
How can I forget fearless and bold
He might claim to be
O, make me a blessing
And may it all be for something
The general don't ride well anymore
Hoping not to mess up communion
Or spill the juice
Due to a weak arm and numbness
But it works out....