resort

Place Of Resort
5-22-18

In Shams-ud-din
I'm still laden in sin
Surrounded by gentle giants
O, do you see a pattern
Given the tools of our slattern
Abreviating our own design all for the poem of hope and joy
God keep me awake now that I have tamed the snake
Retreating with our army into the city of Mulek
As so I take it all for granted feeling behold all of such assistance
Even until it is dark as I have tamed my great white shark
In the borders of the beach by the seashore
As so he said that their book is purer than ours
Taking seven of each clean
O, what's the difference of dying to oneself
As Hafiz has no peer
O, try me!





Unleavened Revisited
5-22-18

Taking up Rexroth
waiting for summer's first lunar moth
All for poems from Greek anthology
Back at the University of Michigan
I've let them all down and at His feet I cast my bronze crown
Raising up walls round about
Having my balls even in the face of doubt
All for brothers and their halitosis
Go tell the king of the Daedal walls yet fallen
And garrulous by the first utterances of our tall order
Behind the fence of defiance unleavened
As God drives us out and the devil smiled
As to enlarge your borders
As no man will desire your land
And Phoibos has no sanctuary
As with great reluctance I star afresh.....






Abelard
5-22-18

Queen Bee moves in next door with memories of being there
O, is your sound that good as to hum along
In various editions in divers times
Loving late luxury for the plaints of Abelard
O, scrape me from two walls by the bird's first song
Of a new day in awesome Ausonius as swallows stir our eaves
As you spy you think
And the devil says you better not
In another temporary setback of our brazen grate
All for hounds of heaven and lads for leaven
Ordained to any other office in pleasures temporal
For high councellors that all things be done in order
In tittering accusations in the mudslide of those whom care
Come the cry by the hoopoe's nest in Agathias....





Solved Upon A Plan
5-22-18

In our years of accountability
Off to no man's land thrice again
O, where did the money go?
All for tumbled pillows as familiar as can be
To the language resembling Darwin's method of proceeding
In our clear gaze and fear of the maze in Giles
All for old school hairstyles as Zoromites are slain
And you're not fooling anyone as the heat of today
Nothing matters save we will be alright and no more uptight
Come Bountiful narrow passing through in hope for today's skies of azure blue
In all the cobbler's pasterns today is going to be a good one so saith Jesus
As used I fortified figuratively down on my knees
O, sweet sorrow pay your parking fees....