Absolutely Sweet Marie, A Relative Sibyl or Freedom At Four Four One Two Belle Vue Via The Multnomah County Reader's Review, To the Tune of A Square Helping of The Stone, Dear Invenies Occultum Lapidem, Te Deum, Te Deum (Obviously Five, But Believers? I Believe You No)

The kids they are playing dust on the breeze,
Our record of failure, our catalog of deceit.

Sam I am static:
A stationary gun,
A pencil scribbling,
A day within the sun.
My knees they give in,
Lost now to their ways,
An empty painting or
A blank page on display:
A giving teacher, a guarded vein,
Crimson and saffron, ruby and galbanum,
The spiral of my jests, seasoned like a
Hallmark, an ally, in a way there won't be much
Else to say, 'All is spent,' nothing more or less,
All black for images, grateful to all that lives.
An apple for the one, or an evil in my eye,
A distant witness and all the chatter in the night.
A full moon flag at half mast, teeth to bone,
A handle of conditions.
                      A terrible reprise, some summer child.
Kali to the halls, ruin's Mother.  It's no small wonder,
My room torn asunder: sweet pea, belt of fire.   Might as
Well be a thorn in the side or falling under, et tu? They do
But god forbid there comes the day I follow that bid.  Our route and
Refute for that deluge was a sunken fate, wisdom bringing in while I
And I are being brought up, musing on the king, my brother's wreck
And on the king, my father's trump.  Before him, before her land is
The terrible trade, these hands are my hands and these hands
Are my cage, these hands are my hands and these hands
Are my name, my names-sake is haeven and my names-sake is
Pain.
         
            "Stephen Dadelus is my claim,
             Ireland is my nation,
             Clongowes is my dwelling place,
             And heaven my expectation."
           
                           Read that once in to get ahead further, it is practical, and
I'd say, my good sir, if you're fervent, in the sweet breath from the student, a
Perfect tribe to be named-in like there were, a search, er, upon a perch, ere
A moth within the flames.  Now to persist after a fixture, This song handed down a
Call, 'they're up from Cain.'  That dolorous note brought not what was known, but that
Which no one ever could know, something more than, 'If there ever comes the day.'
But may you live long, sir, while silver-birch trees still whisper, as speech is best done
In proper-frame.



A Prost



My happiness would roll and then only wine-thought between worlds,
Too almost.

After this moment, in love,
I let it be.

I could say Namaste and light my spring will to dream
But no happiness radiates from where my heart beams.

Like essentially
I find some make do as each can to live as above and unto you 
& as they said of him, "Know full well if our life-like comfort feels 
Too outing, use true every moment shouting or feel warm together."

Share,
How?  By sense, 
Why?  You
Here—A friend, sit still, there is no where!  Nowhere,

This trusted flower-grass girl has got my hand, and by no
Measure of just a little, A small note, but this is no small
Stone—smile you blue-bird, I am no small man, and this
Is a matter of great significance, and of great importance
Time and time again.  Blame it on his A.D.D. but I heard
Those words, maybe...sail.  Inhale, exhale.  Exhume, we
Unfurled his Rainbow Kiss, The Dance of Whirling Death,
A dervish in distress now locked inside again against the
Winter's tides against Shantih (Shantih, Shantih), against
Shiva yet again, the thing was, it was for fun (from her breath)—
Tickle-y woman,
Which Cup?
Sun.

[bering straight, scale picture—timeless gate]

X
Calypso, dancer,
Dashed upon the rocks.
Above hope is puppy-wonder and good halls.
Enjoy the barefoot tumbler, for she who loved him,
You know that she ran on,
So there—
Jump about all ecstatic or whatever.  The weight is fucking gone.
A consecrated or re-tooled belt.  There are all these stars starting
To form from the back of  the dark-room and we don't even know
What they are.
When you laugh, you bring anything,
[possibility, sunshine, positive vibrations]
Simply bloom.
Follow me, more than little comes with that happening.
Giver Time, the taste of my world before the positive way.
See today, always did believe we'd surprise them, man,
A haeven, day-peach.
By the rivers of the sound
I sat down and wept for countless
Un-told, untitled endings,
"Were today only happy..."
Shine alive, attest ye friend.
He lived and then he died
In a shot
Echoed
Tonight.
AM AT AYE ARE
But no more
Alive.