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Behind The Dynamo
4-12-18

In the sixteenth year of the reign of the judges
Behind the dynamo
I feel a want for another quickie
Asking again and again
O, is it true
So much more that we can be accused
Of the dispensation of the presence of the assembly
And children acting up
As God intends little ones to come unto Him
Where Harold led the way
Telling them that I'm easily found
In our petite show of great zeal
Where again we make it real
We can tell if it is true by the way we feel
Open your pretty mouth and head south
Just water as to chase it
A bishop must be blameless
As we pay the cost
There are L. and M. tracks
I's dotted and T's crossed.....






Shunning Trains
4-12-18

As to watch along the lips
For that Scotch that only drips
No more desire of such remains
Knowing roses in the latter rains
Beneath this dirty hood
As the ache is shed and it's understood
Collected and edited with its introduction
And at the dentist good suction
Laying jesting aside
Heaven is waiting down there on the tracks
And the voice says, I will do what I want till the day I die
And still I don't know why
Amazed at the effectiveness acting on statistics
Gone on the wind for ones neuroplasticity
Our rubber, O land lubber and flowers of every hue
That appeals to me and you
Knowing we'll make it through
By the sound of shunning trains
All through my veins....





Clothes Line
4-12-18

From the clothes line to the city
Today I just wanted to enjoy the view of them
And the presence that lingers for bloody fingers
For its framework against the sky
I am still a spy
To put the stopper on and soon be clean
And gone heterogeneous along fine together
On a twelfth street eclipse
Types are right and illumination is as specific
Where I dream of finally facing my fears of Polacks
And dull countenences of craziness leading away many
Of us only not so such as highbrow and all that heaven will allow
As to abandon Belle Reve and consider anew and afresh our Adam and Eve
For Philadelphia Street pursuits
Drinking the blood of beasts
Blame it all on me calling for apostacy......






Pedagogical Elbow Perspectives
4-12-18

In fluctuating panthers
Though the wash go a pack of matches
As to turn up quite strange as a sign for me to but rearrange
Bending my pedagogical elbow
Making room for clean hands
Telling desperate lies when all you want to do is believe it
As to feel free to teach according to ones own interests
We find it afresh and scribble on this page as if to toil and thresh
As to select and improvise doggedly word for word no more absurd
In unique involvement with all preponderance
Sometimes carnage is good
Have as much as you like today for the current means
To listen up
The real poem is what's happening right now
O, how God is gracious as to be the One.....