lammergeier

Lammergeier
4-8-18

When silence strikes there's no turning back
Dark eyes blazing like our burning flack
Be ye of good courage yea, even unto heroic warfare against what was
In the undead within us to look through our eyes for unsounded chords of Evelyn
And wild repetition and a blemish I cannot deny in the valley cut down
Are clusters of grapes on miracles you can trust all for our lammergeier
We lay down our lives and learn to love according to God's plan and purpose
I admire your hymnal book as such retreats do spawn where curiosity piqued
And they are a beautiful people yet cosmopolite and widely distributed
You're good at least for now alright but not all the way right.....





Down On Harrison
4-8-18

When for a moment I incline an ear
To our Ardor classics good for writing these essays
Of conglomerations courageous in tumultous ruin
It's what I do
O, heat-ray down on Harrison
As it happens in surrey where we meet our thunder child
And the battle begins benign
Opening another cylinder for the Exodus from London to Paris
On her shell common prancing
Though in a place where iron sharpens iron
And it's a science of itself as creatures are bent on our destruction
In large type for easy reading and another interruption widely distributed
In how I fit in with the curate amongst the Jebusites in the mountains
And three hours remain
I didn't mean to slam the door....





My Wild Palms
4-8-18

First Timothy
Church order
Flying across the northern border
For warnings to a great minister where we are watched keenly
And I am yet carnal I confess as if to bless
Where bowels of mercy He knows just where I am weak
Of such a mixed blessing of more souvenirs committed to my trust
Son literally the child
What am I going to do tomorrow
In that I have a long list turned aside to idle talk
As one to learn again to walk
Making of me a mercenary in ones own amorous cycle
And ferocious eyes no longer a gentle one
Passionate and close
God give to me a good trip
O, strict Pharisee
Did you take that same dip?





Coldfield Opposite Quentin
4-8-18

As a man who walks alone
Today I don't need my telephone
By our unvanquished menotone and light in early April
While it is still quite cold
The story never gets old as applying this terrible Word
For spirits only seen in my cat's eyes taken and cast into exile thrice again
Greeting Coldfield and opposite Quentin and enter Absalom
In grim haggared arrayed voice at the chime of six
I claim my Rolls Royce tearing violently our plantation
For our literary profession
The spirit world is here and now all around us
For the shield of comfort coming without warning
Immovable but no more bearded
Enter Absalom on French architect
Build something new....