sinners

Even Saints Are Sinners
3-29-18

As night is turning thin
Even the saints live in sin
For mountains broken down to sand
And later on I go there to understand
We implore you on Christ's behalf
That you savor today's warm spell and take off that heavy coat
In prosperity tomes I don't want to give up too soon
Moving steady for good and for ill
Thirty years ago in Nepal
I experiment with it as dewdrops fall in Lama Surya
The strength of a common touch
Playing your favorite songs as to be lifted
In singing along to atone all wrongs then all died
This as being so
Greeting a passing stranger to feel the world expand
Laying hand over hand as one to dishonor and another to beauty
To mention it is my Christian poetic duty
In sincere love for one another which covers the whole law
As all have died....





We Have Balls
3-29-18

O, photograph and half remembered feline companion
Now as celestial and in perfection as light can carry all images back to me
Borrowing my own manuscripts getting down my bitter pill
In the days of benzodyapines washed down with Guiness
And television on the off channel for the music to play on in the shadows
Where we chase the light around the world
As to show our prophet this season
To forbear by our croquet and a struggle
Working towards becoming the victor shooting pool and winning by default
He scratches on the eightball for the appeal to separation and its cleansing
Ullman frowns but carries on regardless
As to build a fortress to the pen now in blue
Blessing is still due in an acceptable time
I have heard you...





Naos
3-29-18

Stay with it and soldier on
I admit it freely to say I believe
I'll make it even if I die in my vices
Feeling almost angelic comparing prices as to unwrap them
At her novitiate chapel and Apostle's creed
Sticking it out and with stilted conversation
Taller than we think
We are as to alter the focus
In perception in surrender in posulants and novices
Our cookies for such rookies as they are homemade
And the milk is still good
And my journey has just begun
On the day I die once in such a current stay
From moon to sun and another grocery run
In June of '66
I was alive somewhere at Torres Parish
Down in Geneva clothed
Clean again that our ministry might be blameless.....






The Common Flaunts
3-29-18

Rejoicing no longer in iniquity
But I am joyous in that I have suffered much
Receiving ones assassinatship of all fellowship
We gather there and are glad of each others' presence
In wider realities years go by and still no assurance
As to dwell among them playing a hero's role
Come out from among them and tell them like it is
Loving carbonation of birch bark fizz
Open your hearts to us so they say and for us pray
For handfuls of brown earth and white shadow quivering
For Jesus delivering as king-cups surge
And I get again the urge
As I pray in that I purge
Under their starting kick on my own turf
I take cover for another lover....