Pontifex
3-19-17
Like a man whom wine overcome
Like a dawn lit of its difference greater than the sum
Now that we've come this far
It's too late to run
Just suck it up and grin
And bear it for all Pontifex
And for the dogmatic and pretentious
For greenback and tender note
Making us want yet more in its verdure
Yet unripe
Let it sit out for a day or two
Then we can have it
Going down to Monte Carlo
O, Pontifex
That, I journeyed
Ah, could it have been me
Sign, an entity that only God can see
Pontifical, still....
The System Works
3-19-17
Such a system works for me
Write this down so it will be where no flesh can dwell
In His presence save it be through merits of mercy
At Auteuil and our fast climb through tomorrow
No, not for quite as long as it takes to bear joy and sorrow
Needing room for the blessing before me
and we going back to the track
For horses white, red and black
To but consummate thine affliction
For the heaven of planetary spirits abroad
Flesh cannot dwell in the presence of God
And we're all a little bit Irish....
Bistro Bread
3-20-17
For Jews of Khayhar put to the sword
And inhabitants of west York coming to the Lord
God bless the missionaries
Godspeed to those knocking on doors
And to soften their hearts
Not concerned with kale
Not too much learned to fail
Angels never know it's time
To set aside the books
As we spread pate on good bristly bread
And I'm up at half past five before the light of day
Waiting for precocity
Taking my chances for kale in verdure
And flourishing vigor
Where I just add sugar....
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