Thursday, September 20, 2018

finicky

Finicky
5-21-18

Yes, she is finicky
Matched by John South's daughter
For a bowl of fresh water
Able it read its hieroglyphics of a well-to-do villager
Of old helmets and shields
And only the most sophisticated make their way to higher ground
Told today to just enjoy it
Building the wall and fighting the battle within and without
For when I'm old and yet unwise in Lacides
Not trying to rationalize
We have had joy in trials as people in need
Of understanding in all liberality of north Greece
No need for gimmicks in churches of Macedonia
You are a piece of work and more
As to sense the burden for the need
Urbino agrees even more of a scoundrel
For a few slender threads and banana plant for the ride.....






At Gid
5-22-18

The Spirit has no body
But can do amazing things in one willing to retain this knowledge
All for the stripped mango seemingly all in vain
Winding me up as to fill again my sinful cup
Aware of our first bouts by the godly work and conversation
And soon time for me to move on in war
Scripture still fighting the good fight
Burn me with you eyes as Teancum led the Nephites to their death
And I pray please let me catch my breath
All in to arbor what meaneth these quotes of Reyroth
As translated and illuminated by Sakall
It was a new one on me
All in Emerson
It was something to see.....






Ladintsky
5-22-18

Some say we're born into the grave
O, look on the smile of Earth's lips
Sounds selfish to me to want it all to myself
Still trying to assemble my book shelf
Taking up Ladinsky as to clothe you in the canyon
Imagining the wonder as feigning its thunder
As Hafiz is our poor and the path is clear
Got to keep that killing pace
As you find me far in my own tent
And I don't know how to repent as it maims
As we die for candadites affrightened
As we take it much too seriously and I get drenched again
Incarnating the wonder and she won't let me hide
As to be proud without pride
In Mulek and in Gid
As if I still were a kid....






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