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Ever-Fixed
3-26-18

Come answers to Blackmur's argument of epithet hysterical
In the world we will have trials at Taormina we drink enough
In not knowing where I begin by the bank of my wall-face
Of sacred forthcoming as no one would taste of it
Nor make haste of it
Where I though I heard the sound of a tinkling cymbal
And was mistaken
God give me the power today to do all things amidst the grass
Greeting Ivors and for one day
Hooray on the upside our cafeteria tray
Yet by the beasts of a dial-hand without error
As to steal from ones own figure
Come another April Fool's falling on the same day as our resurrection
Go out and get what you need
As to seal up all the rest....





We'll See
3-26-18

Who writes about this anymore
But he whom seeks almost geometrically in poems of all shapes and sizes
Please, no more surprises
Getting with child a mandrake root
Serving to advance till age of snow white
Such serves its purpose in abuse of ones power
Where love is not time's fool
As one today to keep it cool
Yet in the gasworks and a sudden look in the eye and easy smile
Arise and shine forth where worship is more your style
As a standard for the nations and more dreams of vacations
Where I seek the second coming in me
We'll see....





Ash On The Red Square
3-26-18

For the logic of the living of doctrines of the dead
Sounds good to me today in my bread
As to live through this poor rhyme rich in all gratitude of Tyrants' crest simple enough
O, your little words won't matter much so says the devil with whom we get back in touch
Taking my own correspondence class with only Spirit as my teacher
As to proclaim all olives where we find our monument as to crown ourselves assured
Come on in from the cold where Pink never gets old
If this be error may it be bold
Down on the upside
You dry I fold
Writing lousy poetry today and loving it
Ah, me Montana all for the ax blots for coin slots
And flavor shots sometime tomorrow....