Portsea

Partridge At Portsea
10-1-18

It's not life threatening
So saith the ways of weal and woe
O, wonder all for the Ghost of culture as to fill in the gaps
God give me the power to get through today
Let's drink to when it all begins again
In that it's good when you don't know
What is the next song on the reel to reel as trees wither
When he knocks at the door just observe and act accordingly
And so it happened
O, great is the faith in itself
Lie down for one hour and dissolve as to resolve a puzzle
But not to solve all for goosebumps up my lower spine for measure of all means
Yea, today call it not off to get used to the new itinerary all for Edward
In his own tree
Feel free.....




Our Blue-It
10-1-18

Our blue-it don't take it to court
But not to report our first resort out on the Jackson County line
Ask me the How and I'll give you the Why
As the last time I asked such a thing
I knew only a ton of bricks according to our Colesville saints
Bright for the Indian Summer of text incautious all in deep listening
Seemingly the devil's tool in a mind of qualm where green doesn't always mean go
Wednesday I make the scene sometimes counting my issues even when I know
That love is greater without a move and scarred for life and more bonafide guff
High as the eagle but low enough to be legal as shielding the gasping wounds
Of what then?
Not to twinge like some hired
To mute it we must be insane
Trying to attempt the same old stunts....






Of Tiny Caresses
10-1-18

Brown upon love's bittersweet thriller
To play Stardust and change artists to start my day all over again
Luring Jesuit strain as so she speaks to truth me quite wretched
In the returning to ones vomit
And I can almost hear her stomach growl
As the dumptruck is still out on the prowl free as burning water
In cerebral lobes along our own tobes wavewhite webbed
A diner like an apiary bees swarm on the patio
O where now with faith in the end mind just say thank you and please
O, good grief how good can it be down on my countryside
With section thirty-eight creased from the mouth of the city
Yea, I did hear her stomach growl
O, where now?





Shambhala
10-1-18

Ready to perceive and respond given time to become accustomed
To the change in rituals for Hard Times in Dickens bearing record of the land
From which we venture
We in nowise lose the reward
O, behold these half laws like calf paws and prints
Going home without my disguise all for Jan Chozen Bays and frozen fillets
Doomed to repeat it while still thinking outside the here and now
As if it were a betrothal of Shambhala
Publications Incorporated into what can truly be come our ewe discovered
For the cause of quails fed Zen teachers and God's love that will not fail
As I judge accordingly to this counsel
Behold those laws and tell me again
Needing a plan E for a bandage spurned by our lightshop Iron Rod.....







Satisfied With Bronze
10-1-18

As to initiate the practice
Tell me that you love me
Then upon Edmund's tree and the counsel of his own
Back at Lalouettei all for cigarettes
Be aware of your posture today with many eager to learn of the law and the prophets
For Dover Thrift Editions and ammunition staying at Hotel Normandie
A pen still full of sheep
Show me the place earlier on the first Sabbath
As troubles come and go a particle away from the target
Call it an Ox's eye
Yea, that went well as the Word becomes a man
I do the worst I can saved as a blessed fatigue of a base commitment
As the mirrors don't lie
O, what harm is such?
Let's keep in touch inconsequent going for the silver.....