Steel Trap (One More Try)
1-30-20
In these worlds we sell our souls for complete control
For the wall in its seven holes on photos in other books of sketches
Ring unto Mary Shelley
We dare to become inspired as words already written
According to one's desire to bring another kitten
In its eleventh printing and a healing of the Christ
In a hot drink dying in '69 at Parchsneel Park
We like to keep it dark all in our backsliding
Last of the bread Sr Feeling our Philistia
To give it another try
And later today to celebrate....
My Kalevala
1-30-20
Looking for sonnets by you don't know who
All to find that it's all you
As well as in Chaucer where your face doth but talk
Staying tuned to the walk for voices in the hall
In Zracy more than commonplace and another sleepless night
Yet with gratitude of new spirit and attitude for longitude and latitude
Going for the Jesus in today's junkfood binge
Like a door with no mood on the hinge where words ought not be
Hid from our music of Sibetius running the load
Among the wackers of the world of firkin folk poems epic.....
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