prey

The Lame Take The Prey
2-17-18

O retire for our welfare
I curse it not and it is a holy land
Deep beneath the ground as I go down
As to preserve these records
And hear the ticking of my clocks
O kingdom blessing in Armageddon blues
O, what's the news for camera crews
Your eyes will see the king in His beauty
Come near ye nations and take more vacations
In Rita and her overpowering story of our purgatory
We will dwell on high hearing of bloodshed
Who's the fool now?





Where Is The Scribe?
2-17-18

Greeting Rita as one to eat a pita
Deep in my dreams
I still hear her calling
O, my bad agency
It seems I will never give it up
As to refill my cup
O, heed you people great plunder is divided
Where the poet is prided
Where we could not strengthen our mast
In a want to make the morning last
In terror and invasion
Saved for a special occasion
Over Mount Saint Francis Lake
May we go there again to exfoliate our pet snake
My lady friend has worn many hats
Where is he that counts the towers?





In Lust (With It)
2-17-18

Biting down candy and living it up
With nonpareils was it me?
Was it you?
Is the doctrine still the glue?
My bad agency
I had to have another fix
You're awesome anyway says a brother
Encouraging me to hit the books
Admitting my weakness in need of another
And then another more
God knows my burden
Rolling over could be quite the same
As frightened in lust
For he knows that it is something
For stone eroded by wind and rain
Turning over to snow soon.....





Selected Nonfiction
2-17-18

O, preserve our records
Shown how to feel good
Strung out just ahead of those whom persevere
I curse it not in ones own due time
To restore them unto the true faith in Jesus
As to wrest judgment and fill again my cup of poison
To make ends meet
We teach as to wrench justice
And eat a peach for our quaternion
On the first crack of dawn
I reach not to raise a false report
As to twist from proper course
Born in Salinas
I'm in gear now...