minutes

 Burning Minutes 

6-1-20

All in Tan Brant Sound

Over a white letup 

If this makes sense at all

As she tells me to take it easy 

In backdoors blue and breezy 

Casting out devils view not forward 

On higher levels diametrically swallowing 

O, fervid Him not like a kid in the making 

Logging laundry in holidays to keep another wakeup call 

Soon time to look up and cheer up 

Earth other on our plan thou art ala carte 

Into my borrowings as to choose to hasten 

Dragnet minutes 

if I do much less of it 

And wait for her like a care 

Where I indeed insist 

On what I say tomorrow 

To beg, steal and borrow..

B Plus!

6-1-20

Alive to the leaven of the Pharisees 

Guilty of something more 

And if back to business 

Bring it fast on mangoes and blueberries 

Where God's grace as she says "Nice place"

I had to be poetic in letters under cassettes and fetters 

Where it takes a measure of faith  that goes a long way 

Fooling no more of such resentment over the extra tipping 

I take to get it together in withal inquiries 

As my style as to fathom where this here is my passion 

Under the ordinances of you and I 

Blue the turkey flesh within a head full of crazy ideas....