Lysios
2-22-18
As yoked as if smoked
Like sausage evoked
Out the door on the Wings of Anticipation
For cheese and fine wines
And reading between the lines
Adhering to their adages
As shaken by Astarte our counterpart of Ishtar
By Cybele in frenzied states of this constant craving
For the crossbar to encircle necks of a pair of oxen
For antibody and Lysin our Lysios
As to spume and start winning
Taking up Hoffman
And I spike her personality
And the opening of this exhibit
I take my chances.....
On Isaiah 37:13
2-22-18
In a white silk scarf
Just one thing with you for spume, foam and froth
Sware it o, salty for our oleander Eurasian and Russet
Taking up Cameron and his Father of Fires
As crossing ones mixes as to begin again with the bellfounder
In my same old used to be
Thirsting to be Pope in the gold mine
Rock on out as blossomed
What am I to call you now
Where I make my joyous shrine
Around the things I love
Fragment and white purple and Rose
Back in Abeline greeting another Callipyge
O, king of Iurh, shine on!
O, Texture Nostalgic
2-22-18
From ancient times
I formed it before I let the deal go down
By the power of will and representation of an inland street
On the Gulf Coast
It's a truth to say it
As to reap what you sow
O, virgin daughters of Zion
Let sleep tonight the lion as sent to reproach us
Where intercessors coach us of our choice cypress
I will enter its dearest breadth down rivers and brooks
I love the smell and texture of old books
Where I need no such pretense
You alone of all kingdoms
Don't try to make sense....
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