Landau

Landau
6-3-18

Offering rituals of love
I wish I could be one with your love of exceeding great courage
There I said enough waking up to the Beatles all for the golden oriole
Learning to esteem others as to dream up brothers on my street
At my house and to my church so we go
All for the snowman and the lady of dance
All for our low man playing games of chance
And Mean Mister Mustard
Seed of a faith that goes a long way
Onward and upward up early enough to be the one to wake the birds
Hoping that these are more than just words
Come ones bathroom room of love and another smoke
In the rain I confess openly in Jon Landau
Hitting the jackpot.....






Fratelle Anio
6-3-18

On earth all for our upstage club
Kind Mrs. Ketchup makes it happen for us
And coffee is served so I confess to brothers making myself accountable
How dare I?
In our satellite lounge
I don't mind getting wet again
Where it's all for the pen
As such is a wonderful game just to pass the hours
Until I go back to church in the most extraordinary fashion
All for the early morning poets' prison doing roadwork
As if a priest where everything glows onward and upward
In California dreaming at the steel mill our tinker shifting traffic in Hitswickle
By the river all for Fratelle Anio to believe in fortune.......






Ettarre And Mister T.
6-3-18

As adventures sprout
We overcome the doubt
Soon in need of another clean shave
Remembering Mister T in these archives seeing it from the Took Side
As to pass me by and make me cry all for our remembered revolution
Wanting to hear from you in five hours going to the chapel to find out
Living with the law of new contacts and a waste of a cigarette
In the early morning rain in Laurel-leaf library of love and leisure
All for our Charles Reassured at North now your university
Happy ever after for Hoodes at Bentley
All for regency at Mexico
Life goes on all for Haylls good morning
Time to wake up and see it for ourselves......