breakfast

Breakfast-Cup
5-22-17

To dust away faith and make shipwreck
Whereunto I am ordained and chosen
A poet with inner beauty
As one to live from the inside out
For Alexander
Some immortal
Some invisible
Woman not to usurp authority over a man
But who's to say
Through a grated window
Mother open one up and let nature in
For she is a friend
A bishop not to be a novice
Lest being lifted up with pride
Fools desire wisdom and instruction
And love calamity and destruction
Come secret life together to burst unto the scene
Do you think she's good enough for eating?





On Proverbs 1:20
5-22-17

Wise to hate evil in reverential trust
And fear of God in those that can but feel it
Making bottles in a roaring furnace
Is it hot, sir
Or is it not for her
As some will depart from the faith
Giving heed to seducing spirits
As ornaments of grace
Another joins the race
Utter her voice in the streets
And let your light so shine
Before all of us
As wherein we stand with golden stave in hand
In the chief place of concourse
In the waywardness of the turning away
How should I?





Graces Available
5-22-17

O, remember tender mercies
And display all good graces
Available to they whom want to love
As the meek will he guide in justice ever of old
As to teach sinners in the way
Let them be proud but not boastful
Suddenly called out to the man in the furnace
No longer to recall her limbs stripped bare
Last fags
Her shoes in brown dances
Lamps still burning reply
For why's and and's
Quite dearly to open up the potential
Of the looks of blessings in my doorway
In books and ascent
The fact to be out of commission...