Friday, January 27, 2012

Sense for Blessings

Nom: resistance.

I saw
This business
Topple, torn asunder.
In right
And out
From under.
Wild and ripe,
Smiles so bright.

Bring me the plate that offers learning,
A suit to stitch,
Pinstripe cushions kicked.

A gun streaks red with robbery,
Such a God speaks
Startling honesty.

The scent of
Happening,
Nearly in and out
So early.
The breath
Of hasn't been,
You know friend,
Happenstance,
It happens again.

And up end
Of the beginning,
End or the beginning,
Always happening.

This one is
 Saul's
  blank,
Solomon's lake.

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