satchel

Satchel
7-4-17

Getting to my blood
The action of a flood of abundance
Chewing the cup if indeed we turn
Wicked we are and there is much to learn
As to die for it
O, distress from the main mistress 
And exquisite amazement
Curiosity is stored where the wall is soft
And warn not to trust in ones own righteousness
And I ramble on
Hiding in memory for fuzzy memories
Of holding her hand
O, would we take it
As in God we will make it
Looking for Marcel Proust we fake it....




Jojoba Revisited
7-4-17

Gelatinous generosity
Celestial ceremony
For joists and parallel beams
And crack dreams
In the flames we stood
And viewed that salamander
As to begin this journey
Order is the shape upon which beasts depend
Come Jojoba
Someone to believe in for seeds
As a source of oil
In the tenth month our madrigal polyphonic
To help describe our nature
Finding my center our macre shot of poppy
The world is silent of itself
For beliefs commonly shared for the raven
Of and and not either or
Where the mandala connects...