monestary

My Monestary
4-5-18

Chimes at half past nine
You watch my every move back in the groove
On the red lip I let it slip when I take that dip
As Christ is my druid today surreptitious
Opting to become a simple monk
And leave behind me all of such funk
Holding not the luck of the earthly world where I believe
In grace and its blessing
For Columbia's dispute and another method
Of making horse radish dip
Good trip under all air raids
and poetry about the latter day saints
Not a cult as some say they are
Lightning bolt
I wouldn't go that far
For accomplished navigators in Glasnevin
All for brother Kevin
God is revealed from faith to faith
And we talk around it of four more cress-quarter moments
In the here and now
Marking the season where Jesus is the reason.....





Richard Knows
4-5-18

Stay with it today for peach saccarine
Does anybody care?
Catching rides through the outskirts
To where I want to go on Tuesday
Looking into Brautigan for the crossed at crossroads
And imitation of the conscious mind
Our dreams are somewhat real in sleeves of illumination
Getting along just fine in Chi and Rho weal and woe
Going back to the monestary of Iona where accounts differ for my man cave
And plenty of provisions for the cress of life and burden we bear
On the island derived from another monogram of opportunity manifest
In space and time our conquest all for the stem
Carving and illuminated statutes not so much as graven images
I come sailing through the years
Of so much more to say
For our clasp of silver and gold....






Our Hand Copy
4-5-18

He says he has a bone to pick
To bear up the burdens of the infirm
Healthy in that they are sick elaborately hand copied
These records of enormous anchors
I'm the man with the pen of blue
For twenty tiny dragons that breathe fire
Known as part of the choir
To change this world we welcome
Then housing the bones of Collumcile O Tara Breech listen up
To what they have to say and feel the presence to look for Myans in insular periods
Call up Newton and observe Da Linci and know Jesus in liturgical chalices
One day the tide will turn as music rules the indwelling of a bachelor and his cat
For intricate knotwork you are welcome here sometime soon
In that you cared enough to take me along in all inequalities
Down in Saint Croix
Me and my scrolls....