Sunday, March 24, 2019

Lawton

Lawton Loving
1-16-19

All in Lawton loving those one word titles
With spaces for liquor hats
Guests on ones left knee in Northanry careless
Bearing a brass bucket according to the numbers of days
I miss sunrise with a fluent and frivolous frantic franchise
Tiny bald in our Beirut chapters greeting Diana
Mormon stepping up to the pencil sharpener
In cow tendon of Fyfield independent and visceral
Excitement for mail on Sunday rich and rounded
Twenty-four seven
Troy is the overseer
Great stuff....






Brass Bucket
1-16-19

For our little white death
O, let me catch my breath by the razor
Scatter one third part of the hair to the wind
Soon ready to go out on another literary adventure
Bearing a brass bucket tiring ones stolen multitasking where Solomon builds temples
Somewhere in between worlds inquiring about Hynes as to incline an ear bloody
Bit like the man of pure goodheartedness
Soon time to head on over and meet you there
Like Key's ad smoke break
My bad accepting the rockets
Get ready for your rockets
Deep down in my soul filling my pockets.....






Next To Sheena
1-17-19

In sixty-three England about to explode
As Rome is ready to unload in unputrunable narratives of Spirit
Still dying in aging hash reflects to cheer a fellow up and fill again my cup
Within Ballybridge for the random of silk hats in cement and Haymes
With a purpose and a reason I roll the window up
To bring joy to open eyes in letters to spread next to the ton
Offering me a belt hole much like a colt soul
As Son I'm in my own way
To justice in my coffee served....





Alkali Crusts
1-17-19

Among slow mutants as to seek it out
And betray another whore
I die a little more and I create something pure
To find out what it's for serving as our apothesis
In thick crusts of alkali
Don't ask why of parcels in all directions
Love is nigh as I fight like a man with purpose
Taking notes of a man making haste
Seeking out more answers to puzzles on oxen muzzles
With a reason to be what I truly am
Blessed to be a blessing over potatoes and ham
In peaceful twilight of illumination
Where togetherness is what it's all about
Roving by the way of our printed task......






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