groping

Groping Below
8-7-18

As to consider safety in numbers
Like an onrush of pickled cucumbers
Growing soft with age of Sepoy bayonettes engulfed
Storming out of the dustcloud in all incongruity as to encumber
Is not Calno as Carchemish in the midst of the press as to feel comfort
And be content with peace of mind
In empty scabbard in literature as ones crutch
And the burden of Babylon which Amoz did see for discorancy preferable
From behind cobra's eyes as arranged and no more estranged
Farthest from the clasp and sun in her full strength.....





Czapka
8-7-18

In order to be distracted by the conversation in civilization half-expected
Stay on topic or wander down those rabbit trails
Losing ground places farthest from the clasp
Down the length of ones thigh
We're living through the situation by the scent of sandalwood
In the long sigh of the wind in discordancy our young lion strung on a common thread
Through our miasma at last the traffic jam hath cleared and we're well on our way
With much to say about the Ray.....






Indigo Firmament Tuesday
8-7-18

Groping blow ones empty scabbard on indigo firmament Tuesday
As to shirk and bite in Ones of the steady lick
In rucked up folds by the catch of our sabretache
No need to fumble
Stay on topic or get lost down rabbit trails
The leader of the group so tells us
Referring it to now in Adam all man die
And in Christ all live
All to the drumbeat blood spattered
Dancing into the light north into Preston
God have me to know good success in my ordeal
No more than a mop-up trussed by our lattice window.....






Caught In Traffick
8-7-18

Inner guides tell me to just listen and be slow to speak
In haste to glisten to the Mahratta drumbeat a long way off
Caught in traffick making me ill
I have a refill
It's the end of something else
For two regiments of stagglers to shake the hands of time
As to enable and enoble looking for a higher way
Dear are His sheep brightly beaming deacons not meant to cover with a blanket
As we go barefoot as eager eyes are watching.....





You For A Day
8-7-18

Meeting the ghost in my mirror as if I were you for a day
Facing challenges today as silent is the moon
As to dislocate the process hoping today for some surface contact
In my metamorphosis
O, is this my future as to know is to no man on the other side
O, increasable O, endless you
Don't get lost and you never change your ways for the faith
As thou hast for a cupboard of jams improvised by ear dearest to the heart of he that hears
Elder Garret Gong going back to Salt Lake City in dreams of travel
And mysteries to unravel....