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Best Interests (We're On)
2-7-19

Of azure skies blue water reflections
It is all for our own best interests
And again there is a day when we see it through
For our daughter as to present ourselves before Him soon
Daring to call again
You know how that one goes
Yea or nay or wait, so saith the Lord
Concerning savants and beautiful minds that accompany me
For something to believe in all for our intern in New Orleans
Where we ramble on
On our way to Tennessee to strike the rock twice
And have plenty of water wearing Myrina anonymous faces.....






Indian Pipe (Waxy)
2-7-19

Saying my prayers for brother Mark Anderson
Still taking down names and counting sheep
Blessed be the name and settle down easy in places where it all gets too exciting
Too bad for that purple highlighter that dried up before it could be christened
For the mortal amulet retrieved certainly in ones saprophyte and Indian pipe
Hazy for tobacco still taxy from whence
Come now in our nodding flower prodding power
Swing low sweet chariot as I compose another book of scribbling
About a little bit of everything as to return at three
Hoping for more to say about it and not doubt it.....





Spec Wiped Away
2-7-19

Taking a picture of a hamlet on the hill
In hopes that such is built upon a rock
All for a spec of grease wiped away by my magic cloth and a squirt of cleaning juice
A view of two good hips
I can see you now
You look like an angel of life itself
You mustn't as to be lingering for Arna and Agga
Let the deal go down for the watcher must needs be reminded
As another cassette is rewinded as to be effontine
Calling it Upu in all of ones jealousy
Bathing in the waters of Camphor skin for skin
All that a man hath will he give for his life.....





All For More Pits Of Boats
2-7-19

Filling the sky with flame
This work at hand without faith so to speak
Ready to bring a little more to my heart and cool off soon for my Gherkin vines
Of fruits that don't struggle to grow ripe in picking pride and steering studies
As he jumps up on my lap again and shakes the dust from off her head
Don't worry about me now yet still in need to check up on you
Bordering another memory for this mischief meandering in mere menace
O, could the shell be pierced in all retractment
Our symbol of letting it all go
Skin for skin by out potsherd sitting down among the ashes.....