drunken

Drunken With Wormwood
5-22-17

All in for writing on
Drunken with wormwood
Our vermifuge and topic of absinthe
He says he doesn't like poetry
But the bible is full of it
Sad to think of such
On our path for God's higher purpose
Sometimes God says no
Wearily under the murky morning sky
I hope it doesn't rain all day
O, virgin daughter of Zion
In a place called downtown
Thy breech great like the sea
O, so I scribble by balm of resins
Tastes bad but it's good for you
For rosin aromatic
Hear the band playing
Downtown, alright!




I Am Their Musick
5-22-17

Without seeing a white horse
Upon him life
Tastes bad but it's good for you
For peace and love or bust
Blinded by the dream
Throw your weapons down
For invigorating medicine
In those words for the eye
That runs with rivers of water
I am their musick
For circumstance
Delegation, yea
Whatever keeps you in the Word
In spite of protest
Paying the driver of our chariot
To pretend till you get your bearings
Looking at the scenery
O, bitter gall to heal me in our tears
I am their musick....