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O, Woods, When
4-16-18

Native she doth owe as do I
O, what would we give to know but to tell another lie
Enter Moth as Arm is wroth prithee
Why so mute to Althea from prison
And an angel standing in the sun
Looking ill O all prevail
Why turn back now that I've come this far
Ready and willing again for our new and used car
Of sword, horse and shield
I'm still playing the field for a double play
In no allaying Thames does it for me where I get it from
As for our Cephetua as faults are bred with two more hours to kill
Coin stamped for the good of these whom are as figs bad
I now do plainly see in the ramblings of me
To live as one....





Herds With Milk
4-16-18

Praise God
Banks are open
But in money I put not my trust
As all returneth to the dust
Smiling graciously they take my hand in utter sympathy
Curling the flood through a film of scarlet
Gone the carving O, fountain of thoughts espy
Soon time to get it done O happy tenant
A little bit of faith goes a long way
While in the Word for compassion on those yet out of the way
In divers washings nowhere to go but back there for essays on man
To pay double the rent resolving to caution
The wrinkle calls again in the new places we have found pride and ambition here
Makes me hideous in far-fetched metaphor hard to explain
Seeing we have become dull in hearing......






Secret Recipe
4-16-18

Giving us the secret recipe of delightful destruction
In chaos of thought and passing deed in contemplation
As to deem himself for the new deal descending licked
As to wear out and whither of prenatal acres bound
We still have needs summer yield him shade in another dance
To love with no such left glove
Steal from the world and not a stone
All set today for the works ahead of me and sound sleep by night
Prithee why so weary of the warning warranted of whom we have much to say
As to mend ones errant way
I never get tired of that song
As deviating
Harold shakes his head and takes up bread
Created half to Nile and the other half to stumble...






Lowing As We Go
4-16-18

No set dance clock alarm
I wake just when I do
Tomorrow off to another good start
Darkly wise and rudely great crudely this fate
Alike in ignorance no longer an option
In reasoning to but err
I can almost hear her purr
To share ones peace born but to die
Delighting no longer in apostesy
O, then I marry Sally
In dreams of another lifetime
So be it, Amen
Fully established
Ten drowsy tinklings of reportage and editorial
Where I cannot quite contain it in another elegy
Yet to seize and obtain it
Pleading ones weary way on another dreary day
To observe the ordinance....