maypole

Around The Maypole
9-7-19

O, where is the theme of a song Charles Manson stole from the Beatles
In the heart of Africa on the River Thames sometimes
Ignorance serves as your blessing as the setting provides the frame
Under Polish and British rule skittish flagpole lodged free states in the marveling
In Marlowe sic story you boomer
O, where is the theme big in all digression in role plans where I am Big Jim
Naked and vulnerable as it ankles to her as to appear trustworthy at another small social gathering
Where there is always today
Yea, I am going somewhere vital to such theraputic theory
Naturally high
Enjoy the ride....





Buy Me A Gun (Sell Me A Cannon)
9-7-19

Buy me a gun that shoots
Sell me a cannon for his fruits
All in Genghis Khan as we climb that hill
Wuddup Robert Marty therefore understand me and remember
As to be fed in the wilderness in a wearisome land not made by hand
All for our role-playing cards of recycled paper made from creel
On that side of the hill previously repressed shed with this protection in the Son of God
Extention and errudition as a pilgrim and a stranger
Where novices try to threat, "You're in danger"
Where Huntz enables the comma and many are missing out on boats anchored
In our special double letter as the book gets better....






Blackwood Imperial
9-7-19

On the millpond viewing the killdeer as to answer her calls
In the trees I often wonder O passion flower
Be nourished with thunder winding our maypole for crime in Oklahoma
I leave it up to you just how you might take it
Always the last one to depart and declare thou art for killdeers
And six more beers in drunk dreams with no fears
I am like a child again in this back to South Carolina many tall pines
O, blessed be this imperealism in that we fight our way through
Taking to backdoors Magdzie as one to experiment with more Stelazine
All for Thomas Prinule act and scene
Stand at the window and rejoice come Teusday......






Resurrected Apple
9-7-19

Soon I enter the Twentieth of another century
As Jesus would not put money in a bank
O, how my lonely heart rejoices for a sweetheart as Pornies are a'blooming in our Maga
On its title page Buchanan in such I love to love to see
How beautifully happy I was that day for two more trips to the Salta Man
O, may I stress this joy as to bless this growing boy
Content with green while she lasts
So I tell myself to remove all cacti for summer in the city
Given two more pillows upon which to recline in dispositions
Where fear is an opportunity to make prayer and mystery in these arts.....