Monday, December 10, 2018

image book

Image Book (Early Christmas Club)
9-25-18

Take heed says he of need
For more of me
Hoping to remain upright
Readily relevant brightly rigorous in our thin circle
Time to head on out and see how the weather is doing
O, little know-how what do you but inquire as to button your lip
And go back to bed for one hour
Seeing three crosses in blades of grass in halflight
All lit away just one bit astray
And when we go unconscious we tend to pray
O, that chime of eight is nothing to hate at this rate
For memories of Seth teaming up with Sister Beth high on meth
O, lunatic woeful and Buick Mulligan
Living off of promises today
O, lovely murmur mute and reproachful
It stands by wax and rosebud
And another sister.......






Hyperborean
9-25-18

As renewing all friendships already overcrowded
Hopping down from ones perch
wanting to go back to church
True or not call it a lurch on a cool autumn dawn
Where the sun never came out all in pocket books from Sydney
And my old man has two brothers shooting our black panther
O, make me a poster of an old robed
O, where is his guncase
God, these bloody English not in vain
But as a term of endearment
O, make me an angel
The loveliest mummer of them all
O Thalatta!
As to be hyperborean as much as you
Drenched again the hard way to go however
Not a hero but a good zero
For the custom house introductory
And we all refuse
In raising beams....





Cape Of Bray Head
9-25-18

Natural like her first breath
God, may love begin in my heart today
On my brow gone the ram and cow and Hester at her needle
In that it could be a whole lot worse like Helter at her needle
And the love deep in her heart resting on jagged granite
For the faint odor of wetter ashes back in '51
We will survive
O, how are you secondhand breeds for the recognition
Of the pearl and more earl on a United Kingdom festival
And another blue eyes way
I'm there but I know not how to explain
What I have seen for the blood on my shoes in our Skinner room
They fit well enough for a gentleman all for transplanted imitation
And no such limitation
Count it up to be frank with you
As ten times it rends you....








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