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Child Of Storm
2-12-19

Behind a ribald face so cries my amazing and crazy Grace
And the road is dark sitting on the right hand just as Jesus planned
Taking it into heaven sparing another seven
Antedilluvian in collagen our ossein consecrating whoredom and wine
And new wine take away the heart rooted the twain and staved, o, child of storm
Miramba how many miles to Dublin?
All for Shakespeare's bacon and wild oats brine blinded
On my paths of Apocrypha in analogies as to tell one out loud
Aver His name is for cyberjugglers on the high roads
A wonder in departing....





Name Of Miscreant Eyes
2-12-19

As to withstand the band of miscreant eyes
As there has been a sundering for prenature thundering
Doing Dammond and having Hawthorndea
O, let the river roll or come and see
Come musty at Saul coffee lusty
Tir da nog in my throat a frog waist deep
No such diving in for the spirit of reconciliation
Threescore and ten my man all part of the plan in Miranda
A wonder for seekers on the great quest in Sidon
Lazarus for cypherjugglers
O, my best friend entracte between himself and others.....






Elsinore Primrosevested
2-12-19

Gordy up there with Browning and Yeats
And I am up with James Joyce and Shakespeare
Not to boast on the Pacific coast
From that seed we've sown Latter Day to doom
Glad to have my own room
Photius and pseudomalachi
Still to procrastinate about it where ones beaner stands up to bat
All the quick shall be read already moving as if by magic
Real birds in a real place
Feel the words  and know to steal the grace
In Fegus and the Druid
Hay is not only for horses yet as well for gardenias
Cold flat air weak by the wind of Elsinore primrosevested......