Monday, November 26, 2018

hot air

Hot Air (In The Cool Of The Day)
9-19-18

As to see it through on each careful step
On the highway running around and looking alive today
As doing it my way loving our lefty as to start again who we are
In Jango and Jimmie as to be your stenographer
As gates shall lament and you know where I'm coming from
In April and in Mississippi mining as we go for wimples and crisping pins
And mindfulness games of new skill of rings and nose jewels going to pot
For the money for the munchies later on
All in old medley on the go
Ego, O no!
Babes rule over us for information about all aspects
Lecturing extensively calling upon our guides of whom I have learned it from
As maturely blowing smoke as hot air in the cool of the day....






Try And Do
9-19-18

Taking much better care for myself today
All for peach and pear gnome or elf flying like eagles down our highways
If I go back tonight I turn to stone
But I'm willing to chance it
O, cease ye from man for Zion haughty upon a rock we do what we can
Give them a call if and when you learn something and grind our faces
As to tighten shoelaces and the Lord stands up for the first single in nineteen sixty
As children are our oppressors
All for the gins with her type recorded
I count these blessings including my frail bible
O, Rock of Ages turn back the pages
Even when no one else seems to but try and do
Now it is time for joy today.....







For The Whole Stay
9-19-18

Down here on my own hook
No fear about the ever open book
Money always changing pockets going away in Frank Accourse for whereabouts
And no such fears or doubts
That's better in Nancy Bannister of fancy canister
In Kennehunk I still have most of my marbles
As boys go fair-minded right here on stout short Isthmus of Ideology
Even if I don't know what that means
As a strength to admit but never again to omit
Knowing that your path is free
To walk in knowing where you're going
O, grind their faces and leave no traces
Ink stains drawn upon some line not perfectly stright
Nothing to hate in cunning little things we recreate
For the whole stay of water.....







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