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Bases Loaded
3-14-18

Gathering a new dash of all unknown extremities
Cold as stone back and side
Go barefoot at two city lights anointed in their glories
And good brew enough
I'll settle with peacefulness
And not expect the ecstatic
For crabs boiled to perfection dipped in butter
One word and two lights
Even as good fellows and no one good, no not one
Greeting Tyb and purchasing another baby rib ad lib
I dwell in my crib
No frost I know and soon it's time to go
Loving my Marlowe
True poets in their faith
Make it work for love on fire
Come live with us as steeping mountains yield
All minerals we can but name
In a need to have a goal in mind
Besides just this when it's forever all set in clothes of slumber
While upright scanning the horizon
What do you see?






Tables Clearing
3-14-18

In the last times no crisping pins
Or pockets to hide what you carry
A sweet smell and another bone to bury
And thus it is written, Amen
Many are called but few are chosen
As to establish order and drive it straight over the southern border
Of the day's first bright sun ray
We are at liberty to pray
O, Grace stick around two more years
Say what you will and why not aim for five
Turn the page and look alive
Will my eyes see it straight on release
O, release satisfied with peace
As of today cleansed and set in order
For the simple love in your faith
I think I have come to understand
Accompanied by presences and somewhere to go today
All for the exit when I want it
Tables clearing....