Smith

Smith (Mot An Idol)
1-20-18

In the late Victorian era
We find it afresh
Gazing at photographs of beautiful minds and souls
May not the Smith be the idol for the mouth restrained
In bit and bridle
Eight minutes is all it takes
For sunlight to reach the planet
Wherein I say a prayer for sister Janet
Judge not lest I be judged
Job well done like the way she likes the steak
Another lesson craven and hankered after
And a joyous morning
Thy holy oracle of our endeavors
You show them who's boss....




Ephah (Of Fine Flour)
1-20-18

As one grows spiritually
He hopes to hurt less and less
As to confess and be the one to bless
In the state and fact of discerning
Still subject to the object
Taking upon oneself the name of Holland
When ignorance is bliss but no longer an option
Come estimation by shekels of silver
In the beauty of all holiness
As to express it vehemently no longer denunciatory
As to thunder full of majestic spoil and plunder
And another attempt at prose
Jesus knows
As I am yet willful
Complete at eight right on the bridge of the nose...