game leg

Game Leg
1-1-18

In organizations captivity
We ride a horse without a saddle
Remembering my math teacher's paddle as I like it
In all nostalgia due to the spirit body known as the soul
O, did I adulterate it in what I have done
When in the end is Mister Smith
As a mountain stream that chills the sea
I wish you could see it
So says another me
In O'Madden Burke where shadows lurk
He says I'm on my way to a better life
Where two sticks become as one in society
Eire Abu and all that is in you
Going back to the source
Riding on my unbridled horse...




In Tenement Halls
1-1-18

On His blessing to breed
See to the want and need
Loving the sound and aroma of my percolator
Given first new insights into a mind of means
A sound of a newborn
World soft and flat far from futile and abortive
Looking forward to forty-five with a better hope
Now that I have exfoliated
As one to be writing in books
As she describes it
O, goddess nightshade and encouragement
As to frequently partake of this taboo seen as such
In many believers
To each his own
In public narrative
Addressed to those I want to be a blessing to
Breakfast is omitted
In images of gods in flesh
Like Avilion and musk-scented blooms
Making ready rooms...