Wednesday, April 11, 2018

brothers

My Brothers And I
2-22-18

Still haven't touched my greens
For my rosy pens splitting electrons
Trying to give my Joe another chance
And he's searching for his groove
And soon I make my next move
And we give an account of one coriantumar
And I've been looking forward to seeing you
Almost being you
As bones lay scattered in the land northward
As fog hangs over our Mendocino
Loving her books just for the texture of the cover
Praise God, brother today
As to begin to make a note of it....




Yaun And Yen
2-22-18

Purified of all admixture
No longer hiding on sidestreets
I find my way by sense of humor
In the darkness O that I might have my request
As things that my soul refuse to touch
Are as my sorrowful meat
As so I had a fishing license in '99
But only caught two rainbow trout
O, that I might have my request
As to one day travel west
Standing in the doorway like a dream
O, that God grant me the things I hanker after
As we could but see the wall from the moon
Looking closely enough paid up in yaun and yen...





Across The Gobi
2-22-18

Got to get out while we're young
Hence the exhortations and songs yet unsung
Our conclusions are brief in giving place to the thief
And by faith I try her on something new
Giving us supernatural radiance
In coming of such a union
With the God of our flesh
As children are huddled on the beach with the mist
Earth to Jason,put on your boots and step out for another drag
For our pirates in the Gobi deserts
Try not but do and be...





Listen Up
2-22-18

Listen up more and spy
Tell but don't say "I guess"
Where I bring it upon myself
And these are my devotions by material instincts
O, these emotions in the practice of activity of nonactivity
Diminish as to supply her with what we really need
With the faith in the machine as the highway ignites
And she serves as a shadow of surety
In puffery our sway as to varnish our armoire
Passing up all brooks of defense
O, how we make it through the tunnel
Listen up for the echo....







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