Giving Sleep Another Chance
1-8-20
In two true seasons
Nature of all phenomena
Still burning down love
Into the warmer evidence of writers
By someone else in apocalypses
For our Apocrypha allergy alluded
For pseudo-Titus spiritual nourishment
I escape with my life to tell you about it
As it is penned to me in assurance of impermanence
Hymnal lover along the broadside
Bushes we try still bear plates of brass
And we all meet up in the end
Where Lizzie dreams her of blusters
Call it Sallasmin salesmen in middle March
I take my time today
And give sleep another chance....
Verne Verity
1-8-20
Better off upright now that I'm up
Darkness still is out of sight
Yea, it was a lark on lifetime's author's junction
Yea, give yourself away
As to answer a myriad of questions and one plethora of pardons
Through clear skies for I am the question better off upright
Among the noncanonical
All in psychic scholarship
On the bottom your particle where Jacob wrestles the angel
I am the question better off upright
All for leapfrogging transitions in mantles
It was a lark.....
Noncanonical
1-8-20
By forgeries fundamental
It was a lark
Better off upright as sometimes I fling it in Ces Mots
For words of joy and pain in noncanonical recklessly here staved
In warm leaden trips
Run out on the ice and let it suckle
Let it cry out for sustenence
In need of a throat specialist soon
Soon time to pound the pavement overlooking the vast Pacific
Although I teach myself it's always something else
I see yea the poet is the thief noncanonical eventually reformed
Here on the west coast
I ponder thoughts for questions smiling at high noon
How does Zen paint love....
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