Eat Yet?
11-30-18
Taking the spells down to drama
And loot down the Rio
Getting a mustache in dread under another identity
As I bring her back online
One more flesh of a Christmas goose
Cheating off of Lawrence Sanders if that means anything to anyone
With my own Begornya to drink
The land things back in oak swivel chairs
I take my dares for sharpened brimmed federal
And motors that never burn out
And a French trenchcoat and a bottle of Gallo Clablis
If so be the dead rise not
How are you, Jannie?
On First Corinthians 15:1
11-30-18
Seeking employment as a domestic chat
Can I bring to you taking another look in the fridge
To reach for a bottle of water
Take a few swigs and go back to bed
Trying to imbibe a difficult radio sermon
Be right over
O, how I long for medicine
As dark falls early moreover brethren
Iambic pentameter antidilluvian Atebella south
Shed your light and show your love
May it be unpushy
Just call me Bushy
Interested in someone else's issues
To get my mind off my own
Exactly the sentiment at Easthampton......
Disentangled
11-30-18
Entitled to a flop in all of my numbers
Still cranking them out for Jesus
Volenteering to set the table and remember to say a blessing
Side by side on my Chesterfield in a dark corner suspicious about profound profanity
Down on East 74th Street we go racing in the backstreets as a marvelous host
Starting on something new
I bought new blades for the long highway north
Into where I have many happy returns of uncharted galaxies
Risk and adventure these scribblings
Sit down and just listen
As brains churn.....
I'll Take Half
11-30-18
Out after dark
It's not going to hurt me
Hardhearted and merely insane
The atmosphere of where I'm going to
O, what's your sensational idea as to find out how to make the plan
Pouring us healthy flavor shots
O, I want in for Snickers on my desk blotter
Call it hot ice still willing to pay the sin tax for knowledge and coverage
Distasteful skimming two clippings picking on Sanders
Now if Timotheus comes to write today till my fingers go numb
Call in mania but I call it a snare drum.....
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