March 22, 2017
West, we rode & wrested away of, save the olde facades of Savannah.
When in Jesus-sodden Southern Georgia
Some sign solomn told me “try him”,
I ran & ran that mantra by
& waited ’till my lips straightened.
Here, I take my sweet (& dear, fleeting) time
Rake up raw data…
I’m readyish I guess for you to take my order
March 13, 2017
M U C H
often it’s uncertain to see,
to see the true things through,
but certainly sometime’s there’s time
when surely much of what’s new
when noticed might matter
to you or rather
D U E
I fear I forget that the frail,
nearly unable, but
when a whisper of Will…
when they muster an incalculable
measure of reach
to straighten, and lean up
for what’s due.
That’s alot to wait for
The Freshest thing in the clearing
by the pond’s sunk boat,
near a nest, There’s this ringing
drop, possibly just now dotting
one leaf, left just new
by all the dew
That’s what I wait for
April 4, 2014
There’s but one pretty way to spell out
my long sentence.
If random luck holds out perhaps
The power, like lightening stabs
down my stance,
I’ll light up Dark dancing static
X Rayed, & loony like on a cartoon.
Man, I’ll be lit up like a mantle
in a lantern soon.
should scare me then.
If I should flinch when I have, by chance
One unscrambled avalanche,
Doled out sure/steady
As an hour old Soulful pillow rain
I’ll miss all this when
The words come,
Spilling these spaces.&
I can’t be..
I ain’t nervous of naked undersurfaces