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Vallombrosan
2-20-17

Shall evil be repaid with good
In all memory and fate
The Byrds do a wonderful version
Of that song for me
In that jingle jangled morning
I follow suit and keep on my other boot
Shaking bodies asunder
For spoil and plunder
The cowboy angel rides betwixt
In driving attention to oneself
In the confraternity shadowing metal badge
Change is good when you decide to accept it
Marred in the land of the potter
Just to be glued back together
By Word and doctrine
Trash that serves as treasure
Maria quite glad when I go mad
To whisper in the wing and wait
For our succeeding king
And Vallombrosan
To state it plainly...




Cornfield Of My Hope
2-20-17

No sense in trying to call
As remnants are torn in fields of good corn
Busy being born for inkhorns. arrows and loaves
She wanted her blouse too
To play three more CD's
Hoping that Joe wouldn't come in drunk
For all propriety hissing
And an holy kissing to invest in
Accompanying by men of Judah
Handing my pen over to Buddha
To pluck up and pull down
Glad of a new winter coat with two layers and zippers
Don't need it today
Thanks, Maria
As all have solutions to the mystery of faith
Take no thought of the journey ahead
It's life and life only for shells, wallets and sneers
Giving God today my fears
Colored with vexation
Such a tool to refine...




On Neginoth upon Shemaiah
2-20-17

Across candy bridge
It has just begun
Alpha to divide
The war is already won
In that we surrender
Eating cakes we are accused of stealing
On Neginoth and upon Shemaiah
Our poem set to musick with a 'K'
Of harp and of Lyre
Not to carp or cause one fear
Take no thought of what to eat or wear
Nothing at all till sundown
You'll live to see another sunset and sunrise
Is it true Poe only lived to forty
Of good writing voracious
No mistakes in life
You can see it that way
And tonight I'm in good hands
In hopes for my tomorrow
God bless the Nephites too...