Maharaim

Maharaim
1-14-17

Disappearing in the freezing rain yet to be today
Call it Gilead and for meaning yet to bleed
Dwelling in the mount
O, come thee fount
None can be estranged from beauty
The hideous given their duty
As becoming deities of a foolish heart
For that most insolvent thing
Calling it Maharaim
Jacob afraid and distressed
Wicked in his pride
To persecute the poor
As for his enemies
We puff back at him
Reconciliation
Psalm ten
Good for the pen
I'm at it again
Catholicism deep in my roots
The wicked boast of his heart's desire....




Puff, The Campsite (One Good Rival)
1-14-17

Tonight I build my campsite carefully
Sending to Esau messengers
Unto the land of Seir and no such fear
Serve yourself, coffee is on
Where I break another Sabbath
By a pen a good man will lift his ewe out of the pit
For blast of emission and pig of inhalations and percolations
Tradition bear with me, he enchants
As so he whets my tie pulled till I am strangled
Yet in my church we go casually
In the country of Edom there is a Jason
And he is here among us.....




Crane And Jack
1-14-17

Written in the mid fifties
An essay of mine in a past life
And rot of inhaling
A habit I need to unlearn
Kerouac is always a good idea
As the wicked boast of his heart's desire
Casting nets into the water
Wounded in battle in July
Looking for Hart Crane, our romantic ear
Four hundred with me to go
Like a large order of fries
Tradition bear with me
Time to face the music
And hope for the best
Concerning the epidemic
Our situation seen
As the opportunity
To learn something.....