Transpacific

 Transpacific Morning 

6-3-20

In our Barracks calumny and literally 

I give the coffee another chance 

To put up my intro and take down my ukelele 

In driven Reveille in that was once straight 

Feeling like taking it back again 

Knowing the diligent accosting myself 

Down time in the city as a friend 

You little keen run its wave 

To desire if in that want to be where the Landscape listens 

Having impurities from all imperial admiration apocryphal 

In Downs come of all neutral new canvas charismatic 

To say your own rain over your snake 

O, let's rock waning morning's fire....

Flush Polish The Heat (In Smaller Puddles)

6-3-20

No carnage at my own altar 

And models on dreary days 

We chance it as to reverence on ones own entertaining hill 

To have no need in spirit riots 

To push and please not desires this trancendance

As to climb from the clouds and leave room for a riff 

As called dummies grow 

We cringe at my altar 

Productive merriment 

Leaving the Lamentations to the living apricots 

In our primitive and another rebuke for the taken up of the snow 

As felt upon seasons where it's timing to the saint 

Where the joy is counting them 

Where we take it from you...