Saturday, December 30, 2017

clench

Clench
11-29-17

Looking from the cracks to the tracks
With fist in a clench
And to obliterate cat stench
Buried from the bullet I bite
By and by to borrow all blight
In the days of Shibliom sailing away
In the morning
Soon I'll be there to meet you
Achieving these ambitions
Just to carry yourself back to me unspotted
From the world
Thank you for this thirsty land He saveth
I quote the Beatles at my graduation speech
To say when you say goodbye I say hello
My error, yes, my bad
As I work my beasts for MacBain
In a letter on a lonesome day
In the days of Com
Many prophets for Net and Org
She stands
To Him, the Mighty....



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