Jerrymander
2-19-17
O, give as plunder wealth and substance
And tonight give yourself a hand
Willful and erratic yet headstrong
Circling around another waning moon
Fanciful in all vagary in whimsicality
O, pardon
Cursing the love of money
Hearken unto wisdom jerrymandering
Selling Irish industries En Ventre sa mere
Have no fear I can almost see spring striking against the shield of winter
For terminations of destructive terms
There's a road in our risky love
To a squab pigeon pasty
Sunup, light's out
An oak are here leaves soon to bud
Her paths are peace
Acknowledge him and he will direct your paths
As by action the thoughts will be established.....
Artist At Altar
2-19-17
I think I'll go back home to see Mother
Still trying to reach a brother
In the right hand length of days
And in her left riches and honor
I have done many wrong
In this selling them down the river
No such regard for peace
By the bedlam of a missing link
Just show up and Jesus will do the rest
Supposed conjectures and by hypothesis
And provisional theory
If you need anything just call
So says Pa
To envy not the oppressor
I am not worthy of such a saying
As change is inevitable
Assumed for the sake of testing...
Not All Buts Are Bad
2-19-17
Knotted in a great bow on the horizon
For plumb poem and slender appendages
Losing count of conversation
O, pardon!
O, Lord my strength and fortress
Am I real in you
Please tell me today
Out of touch, out of mind
Eight shekels a view
To me it is something new
For heavy and dirty eyes earthly
And another opportunity to set things right
Why add to it
The boys told him to make theirs hot
But the Lord lives drizzling down on cold streets
As dirty eyes leer
I appreciate what you do for me
As Farrington suggests
But shall inhabit....
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