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Buttercooler
10-8-18

Chorus existential
I won't doubt you now given the strength and the know how
Dedalus has it and all I know to say is "Wow!"
Muskperfumed turn it up just a tad
Nine o clock isn't so bad as it is noised abroad
In the Son of God from the higher Barbicans floated and thriving
Have you the key?
"Sorrows!", so says he
Time to get back to religion
On another journey of apostasy
Vanity all seems to be insanity in saying it's all about me
As one to drink it black
You said it for alcohol
My bad, I mention it all for the lemon in the locker
Let's move on from here
By Jove it is for my taboo
It's not all about me
It's hard when they are connected
And the ego is brittle
O, can folly save us?






Brain Cells Dying (Cheer Up Man!)
10-4-18

Just killed a thousand more brain cells
Living the challenges of every day
More than fair
God have it to be a good one
For those that fight back
"Stand your ground", she says into the jug rich white
Don't make me go over there again
Filit et spidluus sancty
Just killed a hundred in the memory of six million more
Just a nervous habit
O, can you recall the day you lost it at the mall
In the days when it still mattered
I count it but dung through the ass of the dish
Picking on James Joyce today to make another with time enough
For taking the loin
Keep us updated in God's likeness
A serpent's prey
Soon going grey.....







More Guff (Enough)
10-6-18

I count it but dung in songs yet unsung
"Mind this!", so says mind itself and I can't take it back
Telling it's grand larceny
Expect mercy and know Murphy's Law out of the window in God's likeness
Like the serpent's prey, resume Gaelic on you sure we ought to feeding my zedonk
With wonderful entirety and purposes in continuity crouching by a patient cow
In a book not to be doubted
Our swim first setting it into motion
Now that I feel stronger in that love is everywhere
Within the confounds of a mind yet unresponsive
Heart of my heart
Were it more?
We owe sixpence and I'm not going to starve
Seriously story far from phony....






Fifty-Five Reasons
10-8-18

We too are believers far from the being of deceivers
Grand is no name for it
Just one thing left to do in returning to my own vomit
As bards must junk and junket as some might say
"This is my last go around"
Heart of heart
Were it more?
Where nothing matters save my well being
Though we may not perceive it knowing not better to just leave it
Inquiring blandly to handle it grandly as more would be laid at my feet
As ours is the Omphalos
O, what is your idea of Tennessee Williams
Not just another cat on the roof
I take her in and cherish her for the peak of all primrose lifejackets
I think I said enough but I still have more of the good stuff
It is a miracle to be by God revitalized
By God I must add.....