ordeal

Ordeals
5-17-18

Somebody save me from the ordeals pressed in full mourning
And compliment towards grief hail to the thief
Pressed in full measure the rain has subsided for the time being
For the terms of the feeble and an eye all seeing
Hanging from the balcony priming ourselves deaf and dumb
As monsters talk way ahead in the fifth year of the reign of judges
As to possess the land of Nemiahton
Call it bondage or just call it life
For our careful infection next week my birthday celebration
As to bury herself alive in palaces in sequence as God sometimes doesn't make sense.....





Lehi Flees
5-17-18

Sleeping with a witch's broom
As we are the bride and Christ is the groom
On a day I tried to win again in hopes for the faith
To subside among our furlow plansula
Wherefore is light given to him the knows his bitter gall for the kickstand
Rearranging from it in her company as the birds announce the dawn
Back in Newfoundland the pen slips for our Edma Webster collection
Of rhymes in troubled times bow down before me in a long time coming
Wherefore is light given to him that knows his joy in idolatry and plundering
In weal and woe in wrongdoings and Bravutigan
More than what I can try as we slowly die
O, what am I to do next
Where Lehi flees from our camp....






Another Song
5-17-18

In these prosperous circumstances
Bide a melted chance by you hold her in your hand
Today ought to be a good one
After what I felt last night by sinister omens
As life seems interminable and all things are repetitive
And we still are salvagers tending to idealize in our padisian melancholy
And a country's new drizzle somber flame and alive specious and cool
Under the furious Le Mayan sun like herbicide for Novveaux riches
Trying to think of something sweet as I yet sail to Cadiz
As we are not in the wrong as to write another song....





Novelty Revisited
5-17-18

Blessed ant thou and thy children
As she flies so sweetly
By the way of my music
Taking a siesta this afternoon as to see the wooden paddles of riverboats
As to drown me as I walk the plank
And we have Jesus to thank
According to Saint Matthew
Evening starts to sink and I'm back in business
No longer idle of our novelty
Of love on our Messalina and profiles of eagles
On the robbers by the seashore
God have us to install my new shelves
All for Yuette if you want another slice
For the fame of our accomplishments of cabinet ministers
And all things concerning the Master
Keep in on my wave
For me as the poet and the slave.....