A tale of dawn where
my genius at play for her beads
if thunder hie will quicken quinine
why Doeville surely nigh and on route yon
that bare a drove her handkerchief spar
in field with hills to make her rich still clad in negligee
and between her steps arose Carthage in antiquity
a lore of ages to unfold Spain today
with a guitar strumming this spicy song of quest so inane

Somewhere along my journey
to the highs and the lows,
I lost the ability to fear
the scary and the unsure—
this is me, soldiering on.

You were given
all the wisdom
You were given
all the clues
It was written in
a long love letter
You just didn't
get the news

Every detail
was written out
All the poems
and prose and law
All the wisdom
of the prophets
Written down
up in there
on the county
jailhouse walls.

All the details you
would ever need
You just didn't
heed the calls
Scratched out for
you to read there
On the county
jailhouse walls

The lunatics
know everything
While the insane
take the fall
Yes you'll be able
to walk again
But first you'll
have to crawl

Sure, I know
you didn't see it
yet you were told
each one and all
The wisdom
of America
is written down
up in there
on the county
jailhouse walls.

-R

06
-TX

Juror number 7 was looking awful good
She like my cross examination of that big galoot
In closing argument I spoke directly to her
She voted for me, I won for sure
Afterwards we met up to celebrate the victory
I had whisky, she tea
I left with her number, she was it for me
After the start of this new matter came discovery
I learned everything about her, documented my interest
Doing so with flowers and consistent empathy
I did my best convincing, hoping she would see
That she should return a favorable verdict
For little old me

She did, we said "I do"
Now we're as happy as two can be
She's also the judge and comprises the jury.

This wall is for drawing
No writing allowed
No tags from the gangs
That wander this town

No poems, graffiti
Just sketching is all
Poorly drawn things are
Erased from this wall

The art of a child’s
An ugly scrawl
No verbal expression
Be glad you may draw

This wall shall become
A great work of art
But none of these drawings
Will come from the heart

a
malignant cancer grows inside this test
tube today in longing abundance escaping
with our humanity equally adherent to this
cause of death in ***** where theater
diametrically opposed will cherish it again
with leprosy approx sort of this vacation
that's well in remission with heredity again.
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