Wednesday, June 10, 2020

passes

As My Brain Passes
2-4-20

Better off upright if only but for a moment
I can't help but the praise in this moment industrial
Of net sharpened for life better off upright as a shave to try to sleep
Quite insane and uptight
I'm in too deep giving it another go and no more pliny one more helm
So it will be as to infuse affection of those devils Chattalan at my face
Got to get a fix on you
As yet for reasons damned if I do
Never shouting if I don't
I've got to get a fix on you
And hide it up as wild as I can....





Returning At Midnight (Thirtieth Chances Along Route Thirty)
2-4-20

As one lies from the truth again
I'm set on fire with Cevil in my head
I admire Tolstoy's beard
And go back to bed
For men in the fifties this time maybe
This time I will sleep
As to prophesy in part
While bending off the walls
For bridge carefree
Jesus down the wrong drainpipe
Where Valentine arises and the wonderful plans anon
God has me awake for a reason
And I don't want to squander this opportunity to share
That tambourine reliquince
During my last drop to all that in again
As caught in to the right of way of this plan....

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