unorganized

Unorganized Religion
1-16-17

Do you love unorganized religion
Making sure I didn't join a cult
I hear hungry calls of my pigeon
I will punish her for the days of Baals
To which we burn incense still
For his little hearselike figure
Unto itself a dirge
Burning I get that unquestionable sweet conversation
For my breakthrough forever to sleep for the gods of Moabites
We have all our rights
Burning incense to such idols of iron and clay
Of consistency of the feet of the statue
Put away your Baals sailing into tomorrow
I knew what was coming next...





Sketchbook
1-16-17

Leo took his sketchbook
Painting the scene of his mind independent
As the sun you are still the one staggering to the quarterdeck
Coffee is served at the all night all you can eat buffet
Universe opened wide like a hungry mouth
Tasting words of the spiritual for the ramblers in the road
Alone for gamblers cracking the code
Over the phone of their unrelenting energy and optimism
Where Wellington is still sleeping
I no longer call you "My master"
I allure her in spite of disaster....





Zerilli Girls (Do Their Thing)
1-16-17

In the day you call me my husband
We fight and slaughter each other in Asher, our real trouble
Finding out what it's for there on the double
O, brothel keeper seeing the water getting deeper
To give her vineyards and speak to her comfortable words
Out the backdoor to almost perfect weather for the season
Where Jesus is still the reason
Singing there as in the days of her youth
As a poem of hope for Zerilli girls
And many others never sailing the ocean now dissolved
Because of disobedience
As in the days we come out of Egypt
Needle pointing downward....