Wendell

For Wendell
5-30-18

Falling prey to hostile arrows
Something to say of finches and sparrows
As decorum keeps up for classical belief in these lines
Starting up again and confident under Wendell's reign
A painter becomes a genius by our emblems of selfhood
Supporting it but not in vain
In the California rain
Of the government's neglect of troops
And horseshoe cards at Primehook Beach
Frank in their openness in singled out utterance
Of old decorum
Thank the Lord for states of matter
In axiomatic intentions all for friends born in Buffalo
No such thieves around here....






From Change To Change
5-31-18

Say hello to brother Billy Lee
For me and for all to see
In that I am free
If this means anything to my Maker
Please pass the pepper shaker
I thought I knew you
But I was only making an ass out of you and me
O, you're so bad
Turn on the lights and weather the rain on wet nights
As I preserve my pictures and books
As we all deserve light fixtures and fishhooks
All for the investigation and rebellion against all authority
The king-men take Zarahemla and we follow suit
Making light of all hardship as the Word equips
As ye are the heart of our country
O, how mysterious Ontario Territory
Where in awe I go a'searching
As God reminds us of the joy that was and is
And I take it from Yeats.....





Third Chance (For William)
5-31-18

Saying hello to all and especially Posenthal sitting as well
In diligence and idleness from selected poems
In something that I could but critique
But I won't in that I'm up the creek
Ah, Druid how great are webs of sorrow and nests of joy
All for our positions in these parts
Desperate just to love someone in indiscriminating selections
Take it from Yeats and thousands round about
Grinding at a heavy Quern
Given so much more to learn
And God had mercy as the rain let up
And I take the taste of the day's first cup
Unto me a true spirit of freedom from ourselves
For my new and beautiful bookshelves
No more denying in giving it a third chance.....






Hear Me Calling!
5-31-18

Behold it is evident that we wield love
And raise our shield to keep dry, my dove
It's where we're from and where we will go in the end
Upon a fir tree on a hill all for our inward vessel
Where the past is buried and the future is disinterred
Lying hidden in our small-slate column
Hear me calling
Upon me a true spirit of freedom
In spreading the seeds of love
Where the inward vessel is cleansed first
You touch me so deep
As justice doth hang over you
Under many subtle changes
Hear me calling!
Make me see!
Set at defiance insomuch
That no one needs fear......