pawning

Pawning It Off Again
4-8-18

Having another good one
Holding items up to but pawn
Out on the frost lawn
As we find our ears are more than just hearing
Soon time to change my coat for on and off covering
This one is on Jesus and He knows what we go through
Making first official contact with something strange
As to but rearrange on May front lawn
Power to you and another hour through you
O, reverened sire still stuck in the mire
And Sneyd of Yorkshire and Neidigh of San Antonia
Wait and trust as to once more misdirect
O, how I exclaim but not in shame
Not venturing outside into nature
But then again I might in the attempt
To verify these compositions....






Green Going Indigo
4-8-18

What do I make of it
Dizzy with eternity into the blue inkwell
Known struggling in aching silences partaking in God's sciences
Dividing up meat at Jefferson's
Not looking for a fight
Thank you and goodnight
As to climb into the fold
Jump in the water and learn to swim
Bring him back and search the image
O, fountain Arethuse as to pursue in hopes not to abuse
In a land with much opulence
And a nose hair looking red and ruddy
Hey, old good buddy full of penny wars of sleek panope
Wait fifteen minutes and step out to look for his black car
For blind mouths and deaf eyes
As members of one another
Go there again and weep no more
What do I make of it?