stand fast

Spelt Stand Fast
6-1-15

I have been a stranger in a strange land
I have no means this morning to come to an understanding
Got only three hours of sleep
Things get out of hand
Seven nations mightier than thou
All I need to talk about is right now
Falling back in love with madness
Wanting something even if it means my sadness
By the bricks and their quota and tale
Covet not what belongs to your neighbor
By the flax and barley stalks
And I am a sitting and a lucky duck
As the wheat and spelt stand fast
Let us make the morning last
I turn Purple....





Plagues
6-2-15

Water, frogs and lice
I have been naughty and nice
Flies, murrain and boils
The man up too early yet toils
Hail, locusts and darkness
I have my coughing fit and the river of green sliding unseen
And my snake recoils making for the sea
Making for me a fresh batch
The land of Goshen set abaft and safe and sound
Forty chapters of the hard stuff
I am in dire need of something more...




It's Too Early
6-2-15

Companions listen for my voice
A four hundred thirty year sojourn
Praying for my cough to subside
The firstborn consecrated
I pray for all to amend
For the two sons of Zipporah
I get an early start
Believing that God has a reason
By the bitter waters of Marah made sweet
When a tree is not in me
And I can almost thank Him
That no one is without sin
Time to go back to sleep
At least for another two hours
It's too early...



i wrote these poems minutes after midnight. got up too early.