Jutting Out
1-14-17
Truth is a tent of many tenements
For mended Celine literally amphetamine
And Saint Matthew passion
Carry on regardless and monk's mysteries
For trees to climb as we shake these apples
Looking for Phillip Whaler
Not seeing the verity of the situation
Given a new idea of Americana
Catch me if you can
For beauty treatment upon my face
To shine tomorrow inflated and distended
O, swelling protuberance are you
Grasping not my point for Attars to anoint unduly....
Rock On, Protuberance
1-14-17
Discerning, symbolic of pride
Never-ending this joy ride
If in the now such can be for the moment
To kill instead
As artists speak and give inspiration
But from surfaces come commendation
Lead me to the rivers of our vision
To jut and protrude
Forget not the humble or afflicted
What did you mean by self medicating
I'd like to know
As some still say
"I will never be in adversity"
Present at the thrashing
But absent in embracing
Looking good in a new photograph
Just to rock on....
Electrical The Embryo
1-14-17
O, fraud of oppression
The wicked say in their heart
God hath forgotten
Born for adversity
Electrical the embryo
O, strange tribe
And our gathering
Come enemy and thief
I don't weep to hear about it again
Come little sisters for the poor
For their excellent idea
Forget not the humble
Be not as one to stumble
Just the way the cookie will crumble
Modest and submissive
Abase and abound
Church bells ring
The night before me is stretched
To botch and bungle....
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