Sunday, October 18, 2020

pretense

 Mamiferous Pretense

5-22-20

Mad with ambiguity raw in my right elbow 

I slept upon it wrong again and I write this song again 

Along the down six were English miles engraven 

For these fresh Atlantic 

Round the Round Sea waiting for their peopling it 

Would never be to smite as I'm looking to go down there 

As whips dressed upon my own back 

Mad with agonies of another big mac attack 

At midday something much better with my family 

In scorings on a list will observing sitting on gold for our getaway 

In getting back in the vast Atlantic so it is....





Laying Open The Waves

5-22-20

As to rejoice in Rezin by radical reverberating 

In Zechariah rocking out to Clapton 

As to be chastised in a love we won't conceived 

Covering the contrary in our cradle ship globe narrative 

Of another breakwater in Ruth and English clown to the same  willing 

And two more remote to yet arrive as I no longer regret the mountain 

In resisting a matter as if it were by Poem of which am I 

To the good Lord in startling it live at a duty of three has it 

Renown to include Jesus in consolation to covet the pub soon...





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