mosquito

Drawing Mosquitoes
4-28-18

Time only is measured of men
And as for animals they do not heed the second hand
Or even the times and seasons
Where Jesus gives us reasons
As Conway feels it and Janet steals it
By the axes in my left eye and stars in my right hand
This is my idea of fun
And I play with it until it's time to go
Looking at oneself gravely
Drawing mosquitoes where other books
Give us a better spiritual understanding
And it's lights out now that the sun is up
Call again after lunch if you have the mind to
That you are not afraid of it
So I said in stony days
Do not despise the chastening for time measured only unto men
This is my idea of fun more expedient than fleshly sustenance.....





On Alma 40:23
4-28-18

Our new world order
We cross the western border
Like memories of me and Dad's tape recorder
O, sty whoa but fly
For clutter and melted butter
And new sources of inspiration
As received into a state of happiness
As to rest from all care and sorrow
Stay with it till it's time to go
And may the answer be simply yea or no
As vats overflow with new wine
And still I need these answers I seek for diligently
As a man of peace in silence that meaneth much violence
Today to exfoliate and hope to recreate
As to be life unto ones own soul
And marrow to ones bones
For the sparrow and her microphones
Avoid it and pass on by it and walk onward
For every limb yet restored.....






Seeing My Way Through It
4-28-18

What am I up to now
And what is myself doing
Perching in sparkling trees as to masquerade and investigate tomorrow
And learn of a new remedy for sorrow
The truth is out there behold it is made known
In the recruiting of the soul
For fatness understood seeing through the wave of your hair
All for wear and tear
I suspect I'm right on time
Now do we not but suppose that Jesus knows
As good green grows
As I give it as my opinion to reestablish this dominion
O, this is the state of the awful wherein all things are lawful
Without the brushes like ink of a pen
For love and its crushes
I suspect that I am back home just on time
For another rhyme drinking the dregs of a bitter cup......






Eleven Canaries
4-28-18

Five tubes of paint and seven brushes
Eleven canaries and thirteen thrushes
Taking a good look around gazing back on June of '82
To see the me that resides in you
O, proud look and lying tongue
Open up your new book to be as songs yet unsung
God don't leave me here stranded
Where we don't dry our dirty laundry in public
Come consignation in words that can be and sometimes in order to survive
We need to get a little bit crazy of perfect frame in proper time
Today I stand the test of such as to become a surety to ones friend
No damage done only more work to do in conignation
I say unto you both may and yea, behold it is requisite....