Off the way to Uzbekistan
Was the more honest path
To the island of behaviour
And to be seen with the Kurt
In iron and by photograph
I knew it was David
And I know the way home
while I was Catholic
And not eating dairy
Because News
Won in every way
And they cancelled war
In the name of CSIS
Bless all sentient and trapped and unfound
You are near to- to us
In Christ,
Amen
I ordered a prayer
For Jordan's starfish
Who wept at the dock
By Tobermory
And as the day became an island
Our fortunes were current
For the year
In graded time
You were Wenceslas
And knew Peter
Who skipped Greece
For every view
And Hampton shore
There were nerves to keep
when online
As much as the water test
Kept us alive
For benediction
By the tree
As much as here
was there for hatches
I sucked at computer
At fourteen
But found the best afternoon
While speaking typewriter
And Oregano dreams
Of new suppression
Nine years an hour
In '91
And you were gifted – with a star ⭐️
Early coffee and two kinds of scone
By Labrador we sprayed water
-without pain or duress and skated away
To the dance scene while the ship came in
For pottery to ruin us-
Never..
Aladdin was war but the jar was ours
And we only prayed to Christ Jesus
For the abnormal things,
Like dandelions and wild geese,
We did call the Province
To investigate our fortune
And nothing but Mercedes-Benz was unwelcome
For our people were witnesses,
To the wealth we spoke of
Which wasn’t so much rubber,
As ice-
In Bavaria
Fifteen hundred kilos of lettuce
But mushrooms were here
Our people still know
What the turf is made for
Our neighbours of the EU kind
Are good to us,
And fair,
So we offered them Lent,
And Time.
A new place called Hero
Where we accept crosses of Darling
And temptuous ballots of abandoned Rod
At Sussex,
Where it rains milk
Leaderless without you
And that stream by the river
Gave you stories
And a starbell-
Worth hearing
Even at rest
For the home of war
Was Aberdeen-
The kind one
Who accepted soldiers
While raining violets
And speaking sentiently
Of some virtual machine
Open source
Yet lethal
Or EULA
Yet fatal
Brakehorse Hotel
For Eurasia
And hope upon the rocks
We drilled for war
So made it happen
Til Monday
I was obsessively orange.
And amassed radios for the glyph
And in New Brunswick e-mail
A new Holy Gift.-
Oil was done
And we walked to the store
Just like in France,
where it rains.
For Islandview of Rome
You were my best man
we witnessed the madness of its ruin
And collected stamps of Madagascar
All those Eastlink boys
Had every right
To spy on my right hand
Which was repentant for you
For a year,
I made mistakes,
And was allergic to Dallas
But the compendium cast a bullet
And it ended the war
...
I went wild
For the Lord
And your shoes
And the queue and the cue
“How's it goin today”
You were an ace
And in pain
For my absent wisdom
While I shared stories
To my ashtray
And became that way unwell
Cannabis hurts
And Is nothing like your spirit
The providence of a young man
Reading time to the square
And in parlance,
I love you
The widest lens was at my fortune
And in Spain they burned a love note
Four ounces of sudden time
And the horses left for Washademoak
With Gifted phone dimes
And a web of sugar
It was barrels of seatwood
Commandeered by the Swiss.
As for the cloud
At 29
I slept by the Lord
And saw you there.
To buy a poem
in Qatar
without a license
Is proposed
As she was swarmed
in Espoo
for a second
upon the jump
we prayed,
In Christ,
to free her,
And offer pizza,
with record course,
that welcome home,
to Israel,
we both were joyed
and Heaven was a girl
delivering our Lord
by Desert
Raining Rod
by Rome
At ten-o'clock
the bailiff swept
my record clear
and took a card
to Carousel Place
for the joy of Canada
we welcome Muslims
and celebrate Christ
belongside
who reigns.
(“Do You Hear What I Hear” by Noël Regney and Gloria Shayne)