Capitoline

 Capitoline (Where Woods Are Scrolled)

5-30-20

Beating liturgy of branding Lincolns 

For the friend on my heart where it is always green 

I savory simple and no such pen trouble 

Like dollar echoes that glimmer among us 

Along the Servian Wall 

Seeing it for its wonder caring for Capitoline 

In Althea of Aventine keying it up 

O, poetic champion seeking circus familiar dipping those cherries 

In top turvy hours sometimes too much in hyacinth and cries of gold 

The gunner on his fashion shows its true colors today 

Feeling like the Savior like a blind man....

In Progress Of Its Argument 

5-30-20

Where June is coming 

Our sand dune must be a'drumming for salvation 

And her three tenses

Among all uniqueness as to plan out a day 

To crash my Ford and be given a Roll's Royce 

For the divine order 

Will I go for the burgers in soundness 

O, call it a brother of infirmity in our sunny hours 

And not one to grip it riding the tie sheathes 

Yea, today it's as ruin for chanting flowers 

In haunting powers 

As the waiting game comes rolling from our husk 

As June is still in tune.....

Back To Baths Of Nero 

5-30-20

Personal burger tomorrow as to fight with me

In discipline's Orion little way as to pluck apart all flowers 

Where the sun goes down on peacefulness where the opening is retail 

And my own fire hoping to hook up 

And leave them free of me among single souls 

Where my heart taught my words ala carte on desert sands 

And ceremony as to carelessly resemble its righteousness 

To let them try to imbibe it 

Of what only dreams can hide in gray profusion 

All is well with my mind so far for tamer folk 

Not only for existence 

And the tea is cold...