impale

Impaling
1-5-18

Stale our strumpet
As to impale one with a trumpet
Greeting Lamar and soon coming clean again
In ones favorite thought of pressing onward
Teaching me how to sing
Given our description
Where I feel loved
And seven stanzas on sculptures
As to judge whether I succeeded
Working on rich man's collar
Higher unsounded skies
Only to despise them with plenty of resources
And much more where that came from
Led in a short space and time to new dreams
In our engraving instance greeting old prince Bezukhou
Whoever he was
Ingenious to be dignified
You deserve the compliment...





Wandering
1-5-18

Didn't want to take my little lights for granted
In holidays enchanted in all of our simplicity
Wake up and smell the complexity
And a round of milky illumination
Under Orion and Brother Brian and horses over the hill
Where I still partake and I still play with the snake
Admirable such idols seemingly ingrained
Always a consequence for comforts of home
Where the citizens do just what they like
Happy is the man whose conscience
Does not condemn the thing which he allows
No room for an observatory
But room for me just as I am
Which temple are ye
Anew where I go wandering.....