Sireland

At Sireland
2-1-19

Trousers, purse, potato
Making for the museum gate
Try all pockets and never mind light secrets
For tepid paper unstuck in hands I used to hold
Wanting a little scratch between the ears
New techniques of facing my fears
Catch you later jarhead uncle alisator back in Jacksonville
In dreams of travel
Black cat makes a new sound in handker our freeman days
The price, yes late playing it safe
O, call you won't keep them out for ones Rufous skull
Add not to it nor disannul
No such Cupid Roll
Godspeed.....





A Stray I Find (Ave Raddi)
2-1-19

Waste not today
Haste not in what I have to say
In no hurry going nowhere save to places Jesus was in stone
In a ravenous mind for literature as Plato's schoolboy and a world of ideas
And a diploma under my left arm
Call it temporary words of wisdom to take my fill
Weeping many a rood all other times provided
I love you in the Lord is what I said to a lady clam in a coat red
For the deepest of poetry of Shelley and the words of Hamlet in Eglinton....






Letters To Grandma (In Plato's World Of Ideas)
2-1-19

As to create a new figure eight and go round and round in circles
For the historicity of Jesus of spiritual essances of otherworldly perception and fantasy fueled
As all fidelity teams such as angels yet weep but as for me my ducts run dry day by day
Godspeed to those whom lack this emotion of a trinity unanswered
O, young Irish barn a little bit of ego goes a long way like a jet to yet permeate
Of point intercepted and letters to Grandma
I get it rolling again as bells are tolling by way of pen.....