Wednesday, February 8, 2017

spurn

Spurn
1-14-17

Cover me in dignity
Bring me down so I can climb again
The ladder into the sky
O, humblebee with badinage divine
Devils cannot mend as we betray the frame
So far, so good
This is the world where I am found
De la masora
We may escape when Esau attacks
Dividing all he had into two bands
To contemn but not to condemn
Putting us in our places
Flee as a bird to your mountain
Stocking up on fireworks
Olaf Hobrorkeddlion
Do your best to entertain us....




Present For Esau
1-14-17

Tomorrow morning again
Maiden before church weather permitting
If I even needed someone to show you how
To the courts of Eden
Sent as sheep to the slaughter
Jacob distressed
Dividing all he had into two bands
Flourishing on desert sands
To be that most insolent thing
With a roll-like way
The times are a changing
Get your pen and notebook ready
And rob him with a quill
For two hundred ewes and twenty rams
And plenty of yams
Lest He come to smite us
Having He fidelity
But not for our fear....





No Such Threat
1-14-17

Not afraid of mice
If it was up to me I'd let them live
At least tomorrow I have something to give
You do me good and multiply thy seed
As the sand of the sea
For forty kine and tell bulls twenty she asses
And plenty of fools
Making the best of such a setback
But space betwixt drone and drove
And above where I come from
Alabama with my nonscented gas stove
By semi paralyzed dozen of such a party
Never stated today
I live for the here and now
Let he come and smite
I am not worthy of the least of your melodies.....






Failure Is Relative
1-14-17

Go to thy kindred
I deal well with thee
Go to your brothers
Where we don't care to be
The sea drinking cattle
Getting ready for battle
Finding me wandering
Consulting of Commendatory
Yet relative for realism in poetry and prose
God knows
In hallways and staircases
Going up to my white walled room
Failure is a term abstract
Be willing to
Over ford Jabbock
Self medicating
I need to tell you about it
And apologize for this sad news
My clan pours out for hustles
Connected by his blood and the stink of mud.....





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