Monday, January 21, 2019

scaffold

Scaffold
10-13-18

God is in the business of changing names
As we take His name upon us
The hero takes nothing for himself
Where Stacy scans the street for satellites and saints
For the urban equivilant as gripping the Glock of gold given graciously
Of God with a feeling of contentment
Careful not to disturb the evidence between the shoulder blades
Dreaming of the Everglades
Dream, love and live forget and forgive
All for another sunrise Monday morning glory
As so you will surrender in the hope you carry
Seek and you will find....






Reevaluation
10-13-18

I must ask you in this house
Which way is the east in this expansive new view
As so He hastens His work for you and I
All for toast and jelly on rye as this sequence includes serenity
In these virgin lands on the western shore I tell you in confidence
So I do my own thing here and now hereto trying too hard to stay present
O, just be and let things go
Maybe it's just as well in lands sunny and ample
Unconscious of oneself all for Giles Winterbourne act three
Reevaluation in the same parish....






Jesus Was A Realist
10-13-18

More universally we have heaven sent opportunity
In preparations for another good trip
Out for grub join the club
Hereto singing along silently and steadfast as to claim it
In the Mendocino leaving doors ajar for occult deep volitions
In my usual spot and posture adjusted to time and space stirring the dust of the day
Yea, today I steal their thunder in the eye of another storm
As I carouse it on the opposite side yet rheumatic
I make my way as to be observing Halloween decorations
But to already have my Christmas tree up in steady ages.....






Crossing Wessex
10-13-18

Crossing lower Wessex
A place to stay and enough to eat
As well to oblige her stepping out for vital air and wisps of good smoke
Plowing into the Song of Occupation north to the Bristol Channel
It's never a cinch well is it?
We inquire somewhere dear Patterson
In dreams of meeting up with Old Brother Ken
Where wigmakers hold their tongues and I still blacken my lungs
Somewhat less immortal five years later
Hello alligator in the labor of engines as from frivolity
Figuring fractions of our franchise
Why, Simpleton?
Just because!








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