having wandered all day and all night, I now must
drink my fill of her nectar as a passionate groom,
neither senses nor reason can say Halt to my tongue
there is need and a sudden deluge
if they come to arrest, I will surely be hung
left behind me my sweet centrifuge.
Oh ye Gods let me feast on the brook near the well
I shall give of my own all the same
as I aim for the fruit, listen up, Wilhelm Tell
can you hear as I call her sweet name?
are filled with thoughtsmost all of which concernthe one that destiny has pickedto be my running matein what I now perceive asthe inevitable fate of onewho fought so many wars,and who was bruisedhumiliated and dismissed,who pried the greedy handsof the infatuated onesaway, ignored their tears,their siren pleas and smiles.There may have been,so it is said…
Then came razzamatazsnuffed the one they called Azzno one saw where the halitus went.As they say, all those lies have short legsthey break open like Rhode Island eggs.And the layer’s tight azzwill explode from the gazzyou can see how the devil now begs.
a true harquebusierwearing jacket and tie.And all women could belike the old battle-axin their own fantasymade of honeybee’s wax.Hence the harquebusiertakes his weapon to bedas a true musketeerwith his bullets of lead.
Healers were known to heal and curewithout regard to medical convention.That was, if you would have asked them,the point of healing, and they truly had embracedspiritual essence of all beings superhuman,it was a blessing that the gods had only sentto this small monastery in the Southern Sea,the sick would pave an alley to the word…
While I, not being the literal kind,this fine morning, I stareddiscreetly, needless to say,at how her two formidable budsrose with the inflection of her voice,I never did call them oxymorons again,though I saw them as such,they tasted like out of this worldand they seemed to be filled withthe warmest blood a mammal,any mammal could be…
when they put him in jailhe said, let me post bailand he sold his own soul for a song.After forty-five action-filled years,the grand jury, the folks known as peers,kicked him out in the streetas an obsolete treatall he heard were their ear-piercing cheers.So he went to the big Harlem Missiongot admitted and watched televison,Fell asleep…
