Writing in Rain
Under the houseboat
By cesium for irving Westphal
We run the redemptorist chain
A clock
Radio Berlin
Of American betweenism
Avoid the war-
A priest from Transmission
Sending love
Uncle John
I hope the police arrest jim irving
Please electrocute me
I’m obviously nervous
And feeling low-
Besides -
For fortune to favour fall
McCartney showed up with Peter
Rigs of henbane and just dreaming
I was not bitten by irving for a week
The Premier understands, irving is in season
And the nothingness is good for Wirral
Insane and daring mormons to give into Jesus
Highly inflamed by the shock of the Paraclete
Sussex news-
I am stalling for a handout
And shenhua is so stylish
The weapon of mass destruction-
was yesterday’s news
And we showed up for dinner
And prayed for the notwithstanding clause
To commit pornography to the grave
And save every scrap dealer
From kim jong un
And his obvious obsession with evil
The redemption of harvest,
As in actual vegetables,
Gave us Communion
And we remembered our sisters
In Christ and for the Paris we celebrate
As our last option for rain
And we already won
irving is low on oxygen
and harangued the Ojibway
Clapping for every high
Every minute
It is simple
As as dictator would
X
Glyphosate
Genocide.
Sad story.
As bright as the early dream
Was because some…
In the earthly way
To bereckon
And supposing our share
In an honest time and manner
Not exposing for everyone
But ourselves
For all of us
And today,
Suppose we yesterday,
As we swam to redemption
Without so early breath
As a swarm to the match
And doing our good
In the brethren part
For the sinking smile
When not on ship
And way apart,
The hounds were cross
But so was the liar
Who swam for her chariot
And little children at sea
In Communion and in country
For landing at port
To rise for the Earth
And I had bad news
Men were taken
With royal retort
And Simpson greeting
“Three cheese for the Prime Minister”
To reconcile for birth
And prayer in honest command
Were his words to the lonely
For redemption
And his gladness
Sunny Ways.
Alyssa
We walked that day
And felt every inch of breath
And I was her cousin,
In honest paint and for peace
We stood by the firs,
Echoing by the fire
Explaining to our moment
Past the grace upstairs -
An experiment
What if we swear at our captors?
In Hibernia, where it rains.
And the captain said Stop
You are free to be trans
And here is your weapon.
It is poem.
Today There is Peace in The Garden
For the Canada Games
Thriving sentient in Ron for creatures
Clearing fire for celebrating
Cutting our hair in cues for the rail
Probably not repentant til noon
And distrusting our buddy
We destroy the entire East
Sucking our Scotch from the tire
Grounding our North
In frail tones
And we live forever
All hold hands
4DN exposé
In the early dawn
Of our knees that stood us up
The echoes of escape that showed us the path
To be bright but weary
While wearing a pledge
To be asking for eruptions
As the eponymous judge swore to the North
And a jolt just for asking-
For a pledge to the forest
For a handheld in the dark
To be leaning but not weary
For a basket of flowers by May
And not being a jerk
But out of this house for an hour
To stop by the early horse-
As it ran for the town of McLaughlin’s hand
And so to the land of Maud
And seemingly escaping the transfer
By wickedness and disbutter
For the simple towel that brushed the south
Of our lanyard in a bucket
While the simple math in secret
Was IBM
And it ruined our day