reriddled

Reriddled
1-20-19

As to escort our suppliant yet rebellious and defiant
From storm and south winds and a smoky atmosphere
Are you turned from foot and mouth
Have you burned as things go south
Good day, sir another letter to the churches
Rising to tiptoe for our pony of cast steel
How does it make you feel
About carefree Kyrie
O, Sphinx face reriddled where the wild things are
For ponderous pursuits and opera like a railway life
Enter Bobdiheff general of sorts
Being through seasons of desolation
Feigning a gasp of air
Sphinx face reriddled.......





Drouth
1-20-19

Taking up moisture into the poets' owing the brick deceived
Lo, the shot of Lord Lieutenant high up above
Where I feel a weak strength for breadth, depth and length
Mostly seeing double in lost causes of noble Marques mentioned
Do you awe scattered throughout our countries
And today I go Hank Junior like commingling mildly in spleen hands to protect
Behold the day behold it is come
And I might just go there anyway
Esteeming extremities in protest
O, singular disaster behold it has come to town
Latua pace.....







Boss Capitalized (Hermetic)
1-20-19

Sufficient for the day
His grace for our Boss capitalized
Reaching the broken promised land as the days draw nigh
All for our Harmsworth of fathering dress in our master of forensic eloquence
Live Whitsunday in our halfpenny place sufficient for the day
His grace in power of germination of seeds scattered
Alchemists quote us greeting J.J. M'Molley and man of high morale
For all the midnight robed in dreams of going back to work
For our Boss MacHugh caring for Crawford
Crying Thomas Wolfe on the hills beyond....






Core And Kernel 
1-20-19

Pouring in chastened diction stranger than fiction
Captivity to my addiction by hands among the beady claims hoping
To roads clear like doves in the valleys
We need not hate and fear of pleasant lord justice of appeal
As to imagine our style of worship by the hand of the sculptor
Rumor has it advocating our revival on Sinai's mountaintop down on Edgemont Street
Here is absence there is presence and the million dollar question
Do we go today behold it is day
Such is my core, my kernel.....