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Green Mesa Village
10-4-18

Waking up at two to the sound of my own cat's vomit
As one soon to greet Cupid and Comet
O, what a wonderful night it has been all when it all comes down to crime
And sit knowing that kind speech that arises not just for praising by merit
As to fit all sizes as for the land to inherit
As writing about it for a book has been my great pleasure
All for time, talent and treasure and for Jackdaws
Good in Big Mac snarls of green mesa plowing into our village
Against another cool breeze all before it could freeze
All for my unselfconscious beauty
As to write thee out my morning
As poets buy into it
Given so much more to hold onto.....





Translation Expedient (Main Ingredient)
10-4-18

As to linger in no more doubt
As to lose myself as to put a finger on what it's all about
Nigh to bruise my bookshelf all for flying formless by hovering stays I have enjoyed
As to have it restored as its own remedy as later on
I translate my own drama tantalizing myself in forgoing the cigarette
But not for long upon our changed outlet of the sweet tortoise shell of white rib
And for days hanging on to my pen and sole beliefs of God and Santa Clause
As the lights go down on the red hills
As to install it's pronouncement
And later on translate this Egyptian
As to part our waters in ribbons and in bows
All for sons and daughters good gifts.....






All For Camps In Germany
10-4-18

When thou take up the pen
Just write in sad eyes of things a mile wide
And straight plus signs and matter of incongruity
To the people this message in need of more rest so I can hold my pen steady
No regrets so says my mask man's tattoo
As she stands in a naked flame
I mingle with the sons of Cain as to site our Gestapo
All for this resistance of something wicked in her sandbox
Of course I still love her and a lot more besides I'm still calling out
Finishing the training course with our flick as the devil says
It's called a toothpick in sevillians surveying as impish familiars
One word prophet by another for we have of it introspection......






In The Legs Of Leisure
10-4-18

What can be gained by singing along
But the practice perfected in plainness
O, what it isn't to not forge as to press onward
With all that I know as to be supplied by those prudent
And see that no one gets hurt as cleaners start their work on the day shift
In wrought-iron gates all for loves and hates in Antoinette by the sketch shoes to entangle
As to finish the training course to witness another beautiful decrescendo
O, great valley what do you get if I cross
Seeing its similarities
As one to show them who's boss
Wanting to believe in legs of leisure
Always an appendix faster in the howling wind
Like nails in the night.....