courage

Dutch Courage
2-1-19

A forest is never to fear
As I draw my maps for my latest novel in our national library of dreams
Of mass production all for Kilhenny people and Merton's steeples
I still love them like brothers as to swallow a pin out of ones ribs
Years down to old beaten path of dutch courage
Take your role
The stage is set
Dream a dream of three
And count slowly to seven
To see if she works for me in Burgandy at Rulle Lane
Our ravenous terrier might just bite
Call him Don grieving and taking courage...






Barstools
2-1-19

Take new blue
My due to me and you
For rare clear barstools
Waiting to be occupied tonight
Perhaps first sweet then savory of Bilary
Rust where are you?
Coasting warily now to rust but not to trust in dust
As in something green despite ones self-consciousness
The green nevertheless part of the debate
No hate!
As inspired by trolls
That come out from under their bridge
No hate!
Despite the open affection
Still trying to wake up
Need another fix
What will be found?





Green Machine
2-1-19

Criticism brings incentive to do better
Raising the fingers to indicate to come in peace as Lyons whispers
"Love them!" and ego is restrained for a season as nights are cut short and days get longer
For two fingers of greeting since when for God we do mean peace
Alone in a land of indecisions
I soon look up to someone in the same boat in Seymour
You're not alone rehashing Junior College experience
And my machine worth ones salt on my third helping....