I give thanks, I have faith
that the year to come comes on like
honey and bourbon
That is to say that life's day-to-day way
It intoxicates, opens gates, and
Do not need spirits Cuz I
I can drift smiling
Sleep of supplication to the yen of faith
Oh and yes that broke the rhythm,
Lord don't castigate, Don't lacerate my
Words my rhymes (seems overly obvious to
Use "time"; Use it to my advantage
if not in verse, then,
As was saying Oh oh Oh Lord please
Don't suppurate the wound of writer's
Block before my mind's sweet eye
Oh, time, oh Lord my imploration:
Let this year, then, truly be
As sweet as yams in late November.
Amen.
(Thanksgiving 2010)
Sep 7, 2011
Sep 7, 2011 at 6:45 AM UTC
I give thanks, I have faith
that the year to come comes on like
honey and bourbon
That is to say that life's day-to-day way
It intoxicates, opens gates, and
Do not need spirits Cuz I
I can drift smiling
Sleep of supplication to the yen of faith
Oh and yes that broke the rhythm,
Lord don't castigate, Don't lacerate my
Words my rhymes (seems overly obvious to
Use "time"; Use it to my advantage
if not in verse, then,
As was saying Oh oh Oh Lord please
Don't suppurate the wound of writer's
Block before my mind's sweet eye
Oh, time, oh Lord my imploration:
Let this year, then, truly be
As sweet as yams in late November.
Amen.
(Thanksgiving 2010)
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