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Don't Forget The Wheat
4-4-18

Tooth like a flock of ewes
Just the way the meat the lion chews
Led by students of all such campuses
For old lips and shaved mustasches fourscore concubines
Rising on the third day
Can you see me for the Jesus within
Terrible as an army with banners
I mind my manners
Belly like a heap of wheat
I purchase it this coming Monday
As soon as we come to know the prism in a dewdrop
Upon the dance of Mahamain for Baalim
Set about with lilies
Neck like a tower of ivory
And the blue is back
I replace the black
And mouth like the best wines
As they say, "We love you" and it will do
Smothering it early in the vineyard
Looking towards Damascus leaning upon her beloved
For our octopus frontier....






Approving The Release
4-4-18

Of our Edna Webster collection yet undiscovered
In a want of a clean shave under Houghton Mifflin
We see it afresh for fields to till and thresh
Back in Eugene, Oregon
For the desire is towards me as gem set in stories for you
And never again to lie for my earlier work not polished
I climb again up your palm tree
By nothing abolished come my beloved not demolished
As in flower and dreams to leave behind a memory of nightmare
Plowing into score six help me, please to understand it
Under the apple tree I awaken thee
Our king over all the land
Now that you're looking at me
He's here soon
Now I can get on with it
Approving this release.....





Saliva On Page Fifty-Two
4-4-18

O, world glide effortlessly into oceans of labile emotions
In other Goshens upon mountains of spices
Of my love card that for which we thrive
Knowing it for turrets of silver
Seek her as such and into keepers
Rest if you need to as we pray for each other
Our Mariner original in Hemingway
What do I care?
Where blessed are the poor in Spirit
Whether they be prophesies all will fail
Save the charity we put to work
Nice hat, my friend
Here's how
Stop using scrawl to rejoice and be
Exceedingly glad
O, egg hunter open another scroll
And call up yonder to roll
Time for that clean shave....





Pecans And Celery
4-4-18

In dealings of rare books
Sunup, light's out and see it bright
To get it right as charity vaunts not nor is unseemly
For a shaving cut and no such if and or but
In the illusion of what we think we see
Suffering long and kind in friends and lovers
To cover a multitude of sin
Faith he did not lose
As to hear that God doth win
For that which I know in part
Behold I show you this mystery
All to go down in history for another five star brief manuscript
In '94 I get my high school diploma
Even in failing all my classes
Soon in need of a new pair of glasses
And good memories of these
While down on my knees
In God's eyes quite worthy to be baptized again
I practice the faith in real intent
Still looking for answers.....