Denizen

Denizen
7-3-17

As nuts fall to the floor
I am left only wanting more
O, persistent fellow with aura orange and yellow
The dream was returned and this time it's my bad
For many and grievous complaints from me
And a hair in my mouth
Paul, thou art believe thyself says Festus
Much learning doth make thee mad
Sleepy time
As I lies with my cat by my side
And her motor runs
As I stick to my guns
And launched is the ship of Arramyttium...





Bret (The Beautiful)
7-3-17

To rise above the treeline in the clouds
To supersize love along a sea fine
Clad in shrouds sailing under Cirrus
I suck the third hand smoke from my lips
Smiling over the sea of Cilicia
In the things I will say today
Sitting in my own wastebasket
All for Mab the queen
The fairest I've seen and underrated
Looking for Waldrof Astoria mistaking fate
See the old redroofed of the x-farm
All for Bret, the beautiful
Inside of me..





To Myra of Lycia
7-3-17

Surviving the weekend of the fourth
As it is determined
As I pause for awhile by a country stile
Given liberty to refresh myself
Coming to Myra city of Lycia
Sermon upended
Like a steak I could only take three bites out of
O, for Bolg driven back
Need to get out of these smelly clothes
Sometime soon
By the scathing indictment
Levying large layers for lovers that loom
And lubricate by Milesians in malady
As I work magic in all I make....