yearbook

Yearbook Revisited
5-16-18

Making spirits of them for brushes and paints
And phlegm as mane of masonry
Where my passion only seems to be killing me
Through the quagmire of what is to be as summer approaches
wanting to be blissfully unaware
As to grow quite fearful to love and care
And you play the Joker and I play the ace
Unlike the cities of our viceroys
Everything looks wretched
Spouting like the green of springs
Doubting as the fiend but just for things
Where it's more to me than just reminiscing
For vibrations and their interactions
I say Amen in my own special way
And Jesus loves me today....






Birthday Week (Birthright To Reek)
5-16-18

One week from now I turn forty-five
All for bitterness of our antiquarian's shop in homes convelescent
And submissive tenderness quiet on the western front
Call it a lust or say it is true like a lightning bolt we are of the few
For all cherry streams of prose in that Jesus knows
For the voice in the wilderness where it feels like fire
Where in love there is no lie on my high wire
Hoping to live and die to conduct our own meetings
Getting ready for thunder grabbing Marcie's hand
Living and dying to understand by the priest's duty to expound
O, what will be found
Where we administer the sacrament
Hot on your trail as I live and die
I'm on my way....






Clovenfooted
5-16-18

Casting horseshoes of silver blaze for clouds of smoke and real intent
To but graze and last night when I let her fly away
I know I did the right thing but love is here to stay
As wax vesta and books in my bag yet sensual
Yet carnal still lighting up my fag
But at least God knows it from beginning to its end
As to administer the sacrament for the worm that dieth not
For haggard faces and somewhat expensive tastes
Leaving all traces as time so he wastes
All for tunics of twain recovering through righteousness
Divinely promised as I drive out man and place the flaming sword
At the east of the garden
O, a thousand pardon
Cain before Abel clovenfooted.....





Ahearan
5-16-18

Our Ahearan nods gravely
Before it all goes down
Such is my passion
And today I take it to town
As ones society laughter sarcastic of the hereafter
How dare say I as to frill my steam and next week have a piece of birthday cake
With Father according to the flesh
By our expulsion from Eden
I'm still wide awake as so when you till the ground
As to will all sight and sound
O, where is Abel your brother
O, where is Eve your mother
Exhorting even to bring it around by God's provision
Greater than I can but bear
I don't mind but indeed I care
All for the white sphere by the water.....