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Dusted Bookshelves
9-24-18

Plowing my way on through sixty-percent because of you
wherein all things are made new
O, little lost love heart heavy chant to levy
Don't spite him in that you can't fight him in dusting bookshelves
For the glimpse of our bay
Starting all over in Ulyses  o rue de L'oddon in Paris of Shakespeare and company
Of groups in Arbor Media proclaiming the wall side two first
Such was a stange comment of the French in some of our own
Help me carry the stone
Jacket copy by Kip Keller as it's only but begun
Where James Joyce is a privelage all for the reader's indulgence
Don't give in without a fight not typographical
Nor can it be unavoidable and exceptional....






Jejune Jesuit
9-24-18

By rote age thirty
He jots me a note and it gets dirty
In Corsican honor I was already a goner
O, how you knew I was afraid of commitment
And I'm glad to be honest about this
O, my typographical error, my good
Just like life should for copies on verge A'Arches facing up to my plump Mulliman
Yes, it was he whom called and I was infuriated in Stephen Adden in a preacher's tone
Seems like forever and for the now in eternity as the accent of memory
Where candle lights are gleaming of all Chrysostomos
Thank you old chap
O, good chum
Switch off the current
But don't leave us alone in the dark
Intrencho ad altane pei
My O my