paddyrisky

Paddyrisky
1-16-17

Thine hunger hath ceased
Free to do the first thing only God knows
Perhaps lightning strikes thrice
In a land of dreams
Where I make sense out of it
Left to our own devices
Dependent upon what free really means
For his little hearse-like figure
Paddyrisky, goosepond
You say I'm a gambler
I say I'm a thief
From between her breasts all adulteries
Let het put away her harlotries
Slaying us with thirst
Good fix, first things first....





Implacable
1-16-17

Getting through it just fine
Getting to it for this coal mine
My agenda is to devote hours to this
And keep on searching
As my day has just begun
It's going to be another prolific one
Lest I strip her naked and explore her
As in the day she was born
To receive a dollar every Sunday
For impeccable whites in Newport, Rhode Island
Great will be the day of Jezreel
According to all I think and feel
To decorate oblivion's remotest coagulate....





In The Courtyard
1-16-17

In the courtyard of the golden sun
I cross the bridge to say that you are the one
Taking back wool and linen new wine and grain
How can this help me
I inquire diligently on to the hills
She seeketh lovers
Me, she hath forgotten
And again I am begotten
To uncover her lewdness
In the sight of all her lovers
Roll over and look alive
And thank God for my covers
I will hedge up your way with thorns
And write another ditty about gargoyles and unicorns
Fulfilling absolute decree in you and me....





On Hosea 2:11,12
1-16-17

Of antiquated trees
No need to get down on my knees
Accused of murder but yet minding my own bees
Where exigencies never fear
Not even in a dreamtime
Want of a beer where the streets have names
That I cannot pronounce
Me, she hath forgotten saith the Lord
So that we will never get bored
Only overwhelmed
So brave, so true, so gentle
I cause her mirth to cease
For feast days and new moons
And Sabbaths broken
Numbers get smaller
when God gets bigger
By the sugar to serve as my trigger
Restoring her fig trees and vines....