Tuesday, February 20, 2018

sleet

My Hope For Sleet
1-13-18

In our machine shops
We sow and reap our cash crops
Where we hold up our end
And the righteous need not fear
Gathering us from the four corners
Where I durst not speak further
It's going to be sad when I take these lights down
As the stormy shall be as tinder
And I will not hear when your hands are full of blood
Welcome to my jungle
No more ashamed of these terebinths
In our necessity of humility
In our walk and our light of a coming kingdom
Everyone loves bribes as I see my life go drifting by
Like a river where the strong will be as tinder
And I am more than what you see in eyes sore....





Routine Work
1-13-18

For enlightenment our innovation
And stepping out for invigoration
Ah, Druid all great webs of sorrrow
Another quote to borrow
As the baker is hanged for our acoustics
In critical essays solely about Mother
Of all attentive listeners
Wishing the weather would make up her mind
Occurring backstage our Ellmann says it like it is
It seems I'm covering ground
Thus Fergus prefigures paying scant attention
To thine characterization
Coming again by the medicine of the Irion Fulsome
But not at all accurate
One more will do
Just to test the waters and wind....





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