Ere Down, Rebuked
5-25-20
Some say that there is no such thing as God
Much gratitude for lark of the dethroned
And the onyx of thoughtlessness
Gazing at photos of savants
As an inspiration to press onward
And therein to instill
In thinking to be apt to extol it
O, show your scars and grow out your beard
Like a madman as to open every wound
For caption virgin roving in our skies
Learning how to sit out longer
Ah, the vivid fetes supply for consideration
In thee
When Dylan sounds like Townshend
With the band all to understand
Rue to inherit two grand....
Time To Do No Such Thing
5-25-20
Time to dig another hole
All for the drunkard of my soul
With stage fright as to anoint good nights to quicken the spores
As our full sappy high and no such why
Where the jay birds are primed enough to just peace out
And do my thing in flush and fife
How hard we try to tell it to go wayside
Asking myself am I ready for the Kool Aid
And signs say yes
Back to bed for one hour
Calling this one the wanting
For our dogs' blues.....
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