Collecting Taxes And Keeping The Peace
10-16-18
O, what evil hath He done
Iniquity of the compassionate so it will be made
Known in tomorrow's game and speed
I made it again in what I want and need
For all of our sacred covenants
I find much fruit in this sins not only erased but forgotten
O, why such flowery language for black rose petals
And the thorn that sticks in ones side
O, release Barrabus so they say
Sometime today
O, behold the man and see to it
To make a plan.....
As Nights Grow Colder
10-16-18
Mid autumn
Sun goes down at seven to leave me in the dark
I call heaven as to focus on last night's dreams
Playing my part in history where the Eucharist was the mystery
In Airmount Publishing
Contrary of East Sixteenth Street
where she offers us the world to come for one astonishing breakthrough
Named among pipe layers loving the ladies
And shipping the country of Perigorn Press
Taking up Wambaugh going home to write some more
All for association for a gentle fingerprint.....
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