Tritonville

Tritonville
3-7-17

I hear the sound of harpists
Soon in need of another fix of deadly nightshade
Insomuch that I did obtain food last night
Putting up a fair fight by their bows
Having lost their springs on a mattress
Where I dream up better things
Travelling nearly the same course
As the black horse to betray him
To see rabble-rout pledge in my cup
That is lifted to joy
On a trip down our Tritonville Road I meet you there
It was funk but I survived...




Time To Lather Up
3-7-17

Researching Alma
For food thanksgiving
Eight months too soon
Pok! The cork flew
As Rosy written a new masterpiece
Be sorry and console oneself
Rising like the Phoenix from the ashes
Back into the night where the stars fall from the sky
Taking snuff then I look and behold
Worst in the latter dish in the place which is called Nahom
Chastening to report
Hastening to go where I am sent
How great was their joy
Our guidance in the Divine
In prayer parenthetic
It is given Him all that he is granted....