Ingham

Ingham
5-18-18

Waking up slowly to the music of Bob and Jerry
As to be scattered like ashes in Westminster Abbey all for our times
Lecturer for the mayor of Casterbridge
Letting the world go by all lost in dreaming
O, shall mortal man be more than just God
No, by no wise and suits and ties and fire from heaven
And silent cries without regarding it
And soon the rain begins to fall and I pray for a good visit
For I know that God would understand
He knew what was to become of me
But I can always change the path that I'm on
To bring all the love back into my mancave
O, Jude the obscure and Tross of the D'Urberlillies
And free refills.....






Postscript
5-18-18

Can't let the enemy steal my song away
In our laws of marriage and divorce
In its postscript of preface and appendix footsore
And words I'm trying to tell you about something
And it counts as the sunlight
Paints the tips of my fingers yellow
Way down in my heart let it unfold and take not the steak in one bite
Nor forsake ones childhood lake to watch minnows and eat them
In a want to set a caged bird free
As they die even without wisdom and face up to the main boss
In the end hoping to speak the right thing
O, you loathe it for our Rocky Mountain canary
On trails between water perhaps to baptize our son and daughter
Rejoicing in our imperfections
I bring it all back home....





Well, Pard
5-18-18

Come and get it
Dash to the door O, older pardner such a delight
For Cooper Jack's as twisted but saying what it takes to be Christian
As to eat of the darnedest stuff
One plain was enough for quartz chain
In the hills for roughlock and smear
I keep their words near
Loving her for her soft voice and gentleness of disposition
Treading on the threshold
Come and get it
Borrowing quotes from my session on the second shift
All for its fermentation bet your chips and leap
I'll be there cry plum numerous for Injun gulch
Sure, but don't forget about me
The end of all flesh has come
Like the beginning of all Spirit in the drum....






Den (Gaol)
5-19-18

of den and gaol
Raising my own rail with fire from heaven
As they turn the key and hasten therein
And we believe that what is written is true
In the similitude of a dream as seen in our neapehitan alley
All for the priority of giving dressing up for the gala purple luncheon
As disowning the uncertainty as so tomorrow is worship day
As it begins with routine simplicity burning our furling moments
And I still love everybody
Yea, even my enemies
All for love in the time of Cholera
All for another Psalm written for the sons of Korah
As drawn our duties as Christians
And turn out fine in vain jangling
Careful about bringing it up
As to fill again the cup
Ordained and called quite pained and appalled.....