Censer Yellow
10-23-18
O, great mountain burning with fire
Cast into the sea for you and me
Holding ones golden censer yellow like a Geisha gown
For the great day of His wrath is come upon us
All by hail mingled with blood and fire
Come and see, drink and be
As so there will be times when I feel like I can't go on
As to be slain for the Word that many today call absurd
Long gone intuition lingers as to count my teeth like fingers
For golden vials full of odors
To sympathize.....
O'Hara
10-23-18
Thirty cups and six thousand to go
For Paradise under the surface keeping it simple
In all that I've come to know almost misspelling my middle name
Two t's instead of one without acting foolish yet old schoolish
Double or nothing getting into the octagon for serious topics of wearisome burdens
As a Princeton undergraduate at twenty-three in another lifetime
As John O'Hara thrice observed dispatched to Fort Leavenwork
We're not in Kansas anymore as readers of all periods......
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