i ran,
i cried,
again,
i lied.

i did everything i could,
just to feel alive.

Sundays
come in two flavors-
hallelujah
and goody powder

goody powders
go down easier
with flavored water

not the **** variety
but strawberry
or cherry

wall clock
goes ****
****
where's my ****

hallelujah-
FIRE

r ~ 9/7/14

So hard
here
perched
on this
uncomfortable
chair
i hear
a mockingbird
say someone
is stealing his words.

I preen and roost
tend to my
nest
alone
drinking from
a fountain of ale
golden.

flying around
outside my lair
squawking
I suppose all has been once said
by that mockingbird.

I suppose
I steal
a squawk.

Jimmy & I
crawled quietly
along the embankment.
I pointed,
he pulled the pin
& rolled the pineapple
into their entrenchment,
just to see
the ****** fireworks begin.
I gotta tell you,
it was a close call.
I sincerely thank God
& my lucky stars.
Schrapnel & blood
flew above our heads
to land not very far away
in the dirt behind us.

Have a way with words
Make sure they are not wayward

Tossing and turning
Counting the hours with the clock
Where are you, Morpheus?

We let lust lure us
To beds beside Belthus
Making mountains murmur and
moan for pleasures
Fulfilling the flesh follies that fills
us

There , there trample on suitors
Creeping like crickets on sea shores
Lit little lamps and lead us
Through these things so , so
treacherous

Sunshine shearing our skin sores
As we walk and work the wild soils
All ail has ended mid- course
As Home! Home! Hauls the voice of
Jesus .

The sugâ galantly stand around
with their spears
Dressed in goat ' s skin with painted
faces and hair
Their countenance say ' do not dare '
A direct contrast of the square ' s
light air,
Which is exagerated by the
tipsiness from the locally brewed
beer .

With dances the festival began in
earnest ,
Each dancer stamping hard to
make his beats the loudest.
The tipsy audience laughing and
cheering their best ,
Men, like chimpanzees , beating
their bare breast.
Mandiang is all, anything else is
being put to rest.

The drull drum is a - play for the
sugâ dance
Marking the ****** of all that has
and is to chance ,
The majestic monarch march for
the entrance
And the time for the rain - making
ritual to commence.

So it, at the end , rained as usual ,
The welcome crown of this annual
ritual .