Stockyards
11-7-18
Still blowing it in not knowing it
Do what makes you happy so says Mother
All a lot less frightening for billygoat bimonthly and blasphemy
Blase Blanch and my CD's wort twenty grand
To put distance between me and Drouet for cosmopolitan charm
On an open true meaning of new life in Hurstwood and exterior supports
Go home and write a new chapter and turn on your lovelights
Singlemindedly.....
Before The Forge
11-7-18
For a story without an idea for proselike ways about oneself
And more books on my shelf as to make the ark with gopher wood
To see if it would do us any good as to destroy man and beast
Repenting that he had made them in seed offspring and progeny
Good for stumbling our glass tables as to disseminate propagative
For my sister Carrie for progeny
The fruit has a seed of itself
It is a gift that keeps on giving
For poignant reflections brewing
Still pondering....
Blarney Stone
11-17-18
Gunpowder is known among the highflown rare in Delain
All for pleasure and pain as so are preserved our thirteen
In such a treasury soon in luck where we wrestle with things we hope to save
O, do you ever wish to be perfect in the eternal Chick Fillets' milkshakes
For crisp tang of the air leaving behind us our foe-hammer
As our father's great arrow to fly
And enough wind to topple for Blarney cajoling
Kiss the stone.....
It's On My Mind
11-7-18
For scholarship provided as to appreciate the fine arts
But not by smarts in enduring Listerine
I go home and write more about it in Blaine's passages
It's only mind in the eternal as the work is hastening
And I play one more archive before I go home
For critical commentaries to but rearrange
I pull off something dangerous wondering aloud
No need for a magnifying glass here
I bring unity and oneness and pack it in again
Not by smarts....
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