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Blood Rose, Water Lily
5-9-18

Sad report, I'm still doing it
With a bad escort by majestic forms of a thousand illustrious ancestors
Power to the music in the street already predisposed by instigation
Of heriditary jealously yet to feel the rhythm holding the high note
Commanded to turn it up as to be all in even unto death
Behold here are the waters of Mormon
Step on in and don't just get wet
Hoping to relinquish my cigarette
As to interrupt a second equerry saddling our prodigious horse
Sad report
I'm still doing it
As if it ought to be done
Going thither to hear my own words....






I'm Still Bleeding
5-9-18

You're the monster in the closet
Perhaps pondering on some other poem into the fold
Of God by the gold of shrug and nod
As souls are sold unto the Iron Rod
Can't you see I'm still bleeding
Uncle Jack all part of the plan of attack
In hopes to stay out of the sack
Now that in following Jesus
There's no turning back
As so arrives a fiend expression
Seeing my own soul cage
Impossible so it did appear
and my bondage these days is my worst fear
But it's not all so bad when I consider the pleasure it brings
Remembering the mushrooms at Hooligans'
Right across the street from my favorite roller coaster
As Win decides that we go on the rides.....






O, Pour Out Thy Spirit
5-9-18

For thus they were called our wavers
As to be enthralled by sons and daughters
As to craft a wish for the shaft of another fish
I preach unto them repentance
But we still wonder what it meant as life is misunderstood
As to greet the birds at daybreak and I ask my main man for a helping hand
At the sandwich board a red hook
Not just another book
Greeting as well Northrop as life is misunderstood
And I'm sure I'll do good clapping hands for joy
In another charismatic congregation able to accept his abundance
Today where all things are optional but I will not opt out
For this is the desire of my heart that I might comfort those
Whom once walked where I had
And life isn't all that bad......







Learning About America
5-9-18

As to remember tomorrow and to turn my back on yesterday
And with love greet the dawn
As mystery brings us by the Way as I let my love shine
As to gather in the dark acres the street for our fistful of dreams
And dimes and qualities and quarters for our nemesis of nickels
And penalties for pennies worrying about America
By rearing their autobiographies
Taking a look inside to witness the growth of my own spinach leaves
Where the poison apple just might be the cure to my own aliment
O, was it Kafta or was it just me?
Walking in Portland again.....