attest

Attest
9-18-18

For the gathering of the saints
Flashing red and green paints in my new tome of wired for sound
In Jack Finney call them lecturers and press on in spite of the changes
As you can see I wrote another book as to embark by light and come back great
Unto the Gentiles as well as the Jews bursting out in what it's all about
And more room in this one for words of wisdom and foolishness
Stretching out over decades as to impugn all who are strewn
Mind that cool breeze and soon I up the ante and get on with it
O, grey climber stinker and thinner in Andor Classics
As our boy on Mars as dark radiation aspects as love attests......





Bracket
9-18-18

One last egg to be fertilized so they say
Desensitised O, pray the Lord of the harvest
Deliver us out of the way
It's a sunny day as Puritans could never get through it
In that again I blow it as machines do most of the work  in us
And in them all in dance as to prod and prance
As to encompass four volumes as garlic fields soon well devoured
Where it's only round and round in Lebhaus our Thaddaeus
Rock me Amadeaus according to your faith may it be unto you
The writer of poetry is all too invisible as I splice it and like a pizza slice it
See that no one knows it and step out while there's gold in the air
As to bracket as disputed
In a racket thrice imputed......






Offhand Ways
9-18-18

In an offhand way squandering moments
Know that you touch a tad bit wounded
As to wander as one winded
I learn the hard way that money cannot buy you love
As a matter of fact it's all a doubt
Now that I have something to shout about
All to Kibby in our Vini plaza hotel assuredly in nothing but just this
See that no man knows it where laborers are few as I reach out to you
Off to another good start
Go rather to the lost sheep but don't leave me considering our well
Speaking Dutchman assuredly I say concerning our Apollumi
O, Lord of Flies no more lies in Esperanga as to grasp in a shock
How can this be?







Conundrum
9-18-18

Nothing hidden that will not be known
Going as bidden waiting for a call on my telephone
As featured on Christian Satellite Network at war with our own colonies
Come your conundrum in all enigma therefore do not fear them
Where no one tells me where to run
On your marks, get set and stop
Sometimes I grow weary of the good fight
Like a boxing match at Hersell Bridge and good stuff in the fridge
Saved out of persecution in the English way about French to link our own thing on Mars
And step out to gaze into the stars and live today as if it is here my last
Something more than a meteorite
Voices utter the words Just Peace....