Sunday, January 29, 2017

occlusion

Occlusion
1-13-17

O, bawd of brothel
My nights have been lonely, ludicrous
And causing laughter
In higher hopes for the hereafter
Where will I go
Incongruous
I got your letter
Just for you to say hello
You needed me in the lines we are learning
Jesus is still bleeding
From out of a heart of compassion
Yet flaxen and dace
Yellowish of Dallied flax
No such sin tax in comic literary
Any dramatic piece
The fleas cling to the golden fleece
Come on, come in
Be not gone as we win
Occluding our consonant
Go to sea again and take the pew....




Superimposition
1-13-17

Book three before the starting of book two
Look more as we look to but see
Superimposed to join in as an addition
Jesus is more than just alright
Diverting and obstructing
Agreeing and accordant as geometric figures
And complex sweets and sugars Rachael gave Jacob
Also as well our Zilpah
Not just another maid
Having had to include
That life isn't so bad
A troop cometh
O, how fortunate the spirits are coming though
And it has just begun
Sunup, lights off....




At Zebulun
1-13-17

Harping on me about downsizing
My father I still honor
Not always congruent concerning geometric figures
Concluding at all points
Over Kansas O, mist
O, make merry
I wonder why
Instructed by catechism of my beloved elder
In the background silence between notes
Rung out occluding and diverting
The apples still fresh
Left with fields to thresh
In Asher happy am I
For daughters call me blessed
For Reuben bringing her nakedness
And gatekeepers of the dark
Otherworldly
Endue me with a great dowry...




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