Proulx

Proulx
2-21-19

Loving Lysios of antibody authentic bearing bacteria
If you can win them just be someone in that you are you
By spume on the sea more room for me according to the circumstances
Don't be in a hurry to do anything
Just take in your east view as to rid your beast
True between the lines of age
Just live for it speaking in Spanakopita
For wages of Phylo
Onions and scallions eggs and feta
Asking God to use it but not to take it
And beyond ordinary rules and circumstances favorable
As the cup slowly cools in schools for fools.....





Paying Off Creditors
2-21-19

Through holes in your heart
For this our work of art
Away we go on the way to somewhere
For our shipping news always an option to return to home base
As all you need is someone to tell you a tall tale of tried tenacity
Calling her Annie Proulx well said weaker soldier
Richly energetic follow not always after fallacious fears of this fate
O, to what purpose is the multitude of work but to just ramble on and spin our wheels
For Quoyles walk at noon and it is expedient
Surviving another month
Another week
Another day brother
To pray for alignment
Paying off creditors
Prodigious.....






My Cold Shower
2-21-19

Taking a cold shower in my own way
If it wasn't for them I wouldn't be here with you today
All for the testimony and expert witnesses for childhood at our State University
Remember to enjoy and not just destroy
Hive-spangled all for perfect peace in Brazil as well as right here and now
And our underkill in Ashley Books of knots hive-spangled for grief and thwarted love
Time for those haughty books as Quoyle steers away for third rate newspapermen
Loving notations between chapters firm and steadfast
Yea, I still am what I am at our gulf at Akaba and sliced purple.....






Rules In Your Heart
2-21-19

Like unto this river continually
May it be the devil's voice telling me to refrain
O, how sweet is sunlight illustrated by ones own history
Back to South Anboy at Clark Fork
Vespers taste of pork behind opaque situations
It works for me in ones saucission
Even if I don't know what that means
Clad in Diadem-Patterned ties splendid sound
All for spirituality for burned cornmeal
Wanting it to be sweeter nevertheless tall in stature 
As to see the mysteries before we can know them
And like tomato stalks we grow them just to fill a page such as this
On her sweater one more kiss.....