Alderman Revisited
4-8-17
Confusing hypothesis with conjecture
The evidence of the fleshly mind
And unleavened yokes and plenty of smokes
For Yom Kippur
Our most solemn celebration
Where six needs not mean a bad day
And eight is just as great
To terrify me with visions in the night
What ever happened to my Hard Rock Café shirts
For spit on the ground on my way
Taking my time with the queen of Corona
In a dream of walking out of our food rite without paying
Hello, Rosie collaborations have been sweet....
O, Milliner
4-8-17
From time to time
Our plans are changed
As you beat us with chains
In history trains on a glorious day
In that I work and inspiration is my pay
All for the milliner at four in the morning
I wake yet reconciled come marl and clay
And remnants of shells
For pleasant dizzy spells
Yet emotionally unresponsive
We met in indifference upon Mount Megiddo
Crossing the plain of Esdraelon
As to anoint mine own head in Detroit
What is man that thou should magnify
And set thine heart upon him?
Bitter Or Better
4-8-17
Waiting for a call from Mother
All for this that and the other
No such trepidation
Today no such apprehension
In my Dell small secluded in the languor
No longer upon my crag
Still is the pricetag for hexagonal prisms
Our beryl gem in trials you get bitter or better
In Spirit and in letter
For anode of its electrolytic
Our steer rugged mass of greener grass
We each desire just what we do today
Congrats for surviving the day
Amen, firm and established so let it be
They had to raise the roof....
Languor Not
4-8-17
In our heated altercation
We work it out
Due to the prayers of a lonesome man across the street
There just to intercede
Brother and mother
I am driven to call you
Wishing I could tell you all I have found
For the triune universe of mine own invention
And a man named no one
Wake up time and to put on another Paul Simon CD
I mess with everyone I see
Tell him to, it's his treat
Iron and clay mixt at the statute's feet
A divided kingdom and something to eat....
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