Wacketshire (Storm-Induced)
8-14-18
Of stateroom abroad
Of Canadian luxury in God's building mahogany dressers
Waiting for the miracle to come
And today I pull off the impossible
Within our touching distance buried in debris
Nothing comes for free in our broken ceiling where I get that special feeling
Shielding initial shock for spreading sickness and grotesque angles
That all add up in its death throes
Jesus knows as to listen intently where indignation smoulders as to ignite the flame
In desperation as frustration falls away for its findings of a thousand dying souls
And time elapsed.....
Who's Winning?
8-14-18
As discernable
I don't want to be hurt by love again
But it would sure bring tears worth crying
O, can you see the bridge for the telegraph key
Screwed to the table on a Kerosene stove
I pour myself another cup but who's winning?
In a game of chance for every clapboard
With news on limited closed circuit television
And circular receivers knitting my eyebrows
Drawing standish down in Germantown of medical mayhem and miracle......
Move To Strike
8-14-18
Hello again Beverly Lewis
Start again tomorrow but don't dwell on what is yet to be on the page
As a means to express the pealing of bells in Corcoran for a crack in everything
In Tricco we ask for signs and doubtless due neglecting
To the review for errors and oversights as ones due
All in the new you of blocks insurmountable greeting Isbister
As to add up the parts O cliche in Dee Jae Jenkins across the Iowa
At fifty lucky to be alive as the emulate the me of next year
Have no fear.....
She Was
8-14-18
O, dangerous infatuation she was
Not just because
One king succeeds another for your aim on Camellia petals and roses
That live on in my heart torn by adversity and crannies in ruined colonial fortresses
And breakfast with Daza even if you are dying of fear
You have no welcome here
According to the wind's direction
Sail on and tell him yes
Through the squalls of moonlit nights by and by
With tobacco monopoly in hemostatic rags....
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