Run

 Run To The Mountain 

5-20-20

In beautiful epiphany of Earth's point 

May it be today for May

To pray for them to be okay for him 

Givliani whose soul spurns you 

In verbiage of loud music 

Not to seem to move on day by day 

Demo stop at a firearm pain sinless 

Never and I'm back at it 

On seven lampstands 

To heaven like dear Johnny 

For bloodshot herein 

Where every mouth speaks folly 

For candlelight and augmentation 

In Robinson colossal 

As the pain wants the cupboard 

O, as to the morning 

And come see.....

Bridgeport Blues

5-20-20

Purified and begotten right here and now 

Slam our text delighting in conceit 

Up and at it with my haystacks 

Readily stored anew in closets under our address and stars 

In faithfulness for Sophia yet eventide getting a new grip on thus pen 

Back in West reddening in the house of hospitality 

Of evocative shortness of its fullness  carving it with sunlight 

Say not, "a conspiracy" 

In census work stalemate 

To this fullness in endeavors and Fitzgeralds oppress me 

As to vision by foundation.....