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Killocalorie
3-20-18

In Canaan cane back in Kirjathizoch kill
Is it snowing yet
She inquires inside of me
Needing all the calories I can but consume
Arranging a similar opportunity to take the challenge
And hope for the best
O, baby blue and glad greed
Where thoughts come about by actions
Across the fields of Zophim to the top of Pisgah
For ashes and kelp like sashes that needed help
For wisdom by sacrifice in confused reverie
And conversation that kills
And four the Joul of Newton
We strive expressing heat output
Giving the walls another chance to serve and protect
So be it, violent rage in ones silent cage
For a mass of one killogram
Not just another scam....





Choosing Joy
3-20-18

Having fully ceased to but interpret
As so yesterday he peaced
And today we face the grind
For a weight on my mind for units of force
As to saddle up ones red horse
And riding upon him was life
Expressing heat output casually cosmical carefree with cadence
Towards Peor on our way back into Jeshimon
Loving the language of the Lord
And the Ghost will come upon us
And teach us a few lessons about love itself
Of the universe regarded and at the bars I still get carded
Only in my dreams of going there for the characteristic of phenonema
Of the composite of lign aloes and cedar trees beside the waters.....





Ionic
3-20-18

Some say you need to ask for it
But be careful what you wish for
Going away this weekend
I take all of the nurturing I can get
For mundane messages of mandolins blurry on the edges
The sap tastes sweet but it sticks
In order and harmony making my way back to the cosmos
Who's going to show the newcomer the ropes
O, what will be found in going that extra round
I have stolen
I have lied and cheated
Now that I'm comfortably seated
And pride says,"This is no concern of yours"
For volutes of acanthus take the time and get the job done
Done proud composite and prime plural and singular
Difference and sum no longer numb...





Circumcision Is Nothing
3-20-18

For the sleep of reason full of devils
And the vigilance of dreams meet us on many other levels
I don't want to go there anymore
But I tag along willingly giving it another chance
Of penance and that same old dance
O, warm passage I need to reach out to someone today
By the masque of the red death and green life and orange haze
Of smoke rising in leaves and their architecture by conjecture
Designating one of five classical orders yet transverse and end-blown
Our fife for my very life and for fluglehorn and no such strife
In weightier matters
Hello again, Susanne
But it doesn't really work that way when I'm slipping
And tripping and double dipping....