Wednesday, November 6, 2019

co-river

Shell Of Cocoa Co-River
8-23-19

In the last days of August
Living as if my days are numbered
By little faith dispoved to overweed melodromatic substance predicted
As to the Word addicted sleep soft beloved always something worth living for
In times to charm away come crumbling down
As eyelids creep soon on the road again
Happy slumber tonight tumbling about for rainbow trout
For clam and chicken we need butter sometimes
Too much to utter in Ganges we get the gist.....






Second Touches
8-23-19

Startling myself with a strange hue of a wise dye shirt
Where no one gets hurt in Barret I caught your drift
And these are our commandments
Fire by night and silver tongues of second touches
Approaching the pretense
May not this session be in vain
Spoken plain with rain
All gain
With pleasure
All leisure
Let the chips fall
The future is now even apart from the Most High know-how
For someone and I will hear it.....






Captains Over Fifties
8-23-19

Through the hail of screaming shell
Gaping blackened jaws seen as fading green
Our treacherous Communist knows it so well
Amid yellow leopards of England's chivalry
Good to get away of only for two days
Hollow in thy hand for touches of the lords of night
Good news for our Dell and mustasche
Set in stormy northern seas
Deep enough for all of us
O, liberty, our rage of restless fields
In Rue Interataix
It stands fast.....






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