Saturday, February 23, 2019

Judea

Fifty-thousand A Year (Toward Judea)
12-1-18

As hardening into narrower conceptions of pain
But not to disdain the falling of rain among the slain
You don't need to explain
O, project not as they march over fields of green
As to crank them out like a black ink machine through open windows
Counting money with only the vaguest concoction all vast here and now
At last five hundred thousand with the ambition upon established commerce
Of disastrous climax elsewhere all far removed enough material
To pull me through all vast all far removed.....






Songbird (Do Teach)
12-1-18

O, Wonderland such a kingdom under constant communication
O, what a morning for the clothing company and another lady friend for the snapshot illusion
Of what still is as she ventures back into my heart
We question our fortune at four fifty a week as Solomon was mistaken
In saying that all was vanity past tense and more scribblings to decipher
Exploring my psyche time keeps on rolling allegorically nonexistent
Coming to ideas to preach
O, songbird, do teach....





What Is It You Wish?
12-1-18

Feeling free by the breeze this weekend
We won't need to freeze
No such situation or catastrophe in that I always wanted to be
In those that think I am out of key
"Do you need my love". yea, we ought to inquire as to observe our old gentleman
As one rejoicing in confidence I come to you with a pungent prayer
In that I always wanted to be to you-ward abundantly under the overpass
In need for something I always wanted to be among telegraph messengers
In a town where I hit the ground....








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