Scabby fixes on brick trinities
Nouveau riche social climbers
empty holes
rubbled interims' morning glories
rats jovial
Someone's been killing the cats

Three half squares broken open
Shorn wallpaper on each
Large machinery
downing old world's new world
Kickball is
only legend to internet urchins

Sitting on stoops
punching thumbs on cellular
apparatus for the ages
Doohickey haves
Doohickey have-nots

If there must be urban renewal
leave me cherry Italian water ice
at a buck a pop
I don't much care for
Cold Stone Creameries'
Green Tea and Lychee Martinis

The way I look at you,and                    
The way you don't look at me.            
intrigues me to the extent of insanity,
I love the way you try to evade me,    
bearing the smile at the verge of your lips,with the eyes darting hastily,and throwing the glances at interims of your breath,                                                        
trying to not to look at me desperately,
bearing the contradictions in your mind,
You do have a hunch,I guess,
Perhaps it is not to see me
but to perceive that I see you
It baffles me bluntly over the way
You manage to juggle with the other thoughts when I see you,where as in me,
the only thought that impulses is yours, May I dote on you in this echoless aura...........

I held the world in the palm of my hands,
and it crumbled in the melodic breath
of change.
So the world collapsed,
crickets chirped and tumbleweed rolled on by like
strange passerbys I'd come to be familiar with
these awkward interims filled the voids,
and silence became the only noise
that was comfort to me.
I played each silence like a symphony,
conducting each one; a Beethoven masterpiece
Van Gogh would have cut his right ear off in envy
if he'd seen the way I painted my silences
but none of them were starry nights
just pools of darkness I had learnt to swim in,
until I finally realised,
I was becoming a bit more Sysyphean
when I really wanted to be a bit more
Achillean.
And responsibility dawned on me like the sky on Atlas's shoulders,
and flattened the demons I'd sheltered a while
so with each day,
I began to feel a little bolder, stronger
more like a hoper,
a hero with a new name. I no longer needed to paint forlorn silences
but something sweeter
so I painted a hero. Me.
Artfully.

I love to preach the Gospel of Jesus of Jesus Christ.
Pastored in five different churches over a period of 40 years.
These were small country churches averaging 10/20 adults
So I had to work at employment while Pastloring

But one day my health interupted my ministry
so I was forced to resign Pastoring, but not preaching
I  was yet able to preach from time to time, here and there
filling in for Pastors on vacation, sick and short interims.
  
Ond day someone suggested  go on Face Book Live,
Which I have been doing for about a couple of months.
So all you my poet friends, I invite you to go to Face Book
and type my name, Jerry, and hear me preach.
                          THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
                             Jerry Howarth

I feel more reliant than dependent when my life is discommoded by
terrifying interims of space work that made Spock want to **** Kirk

I feel more reliant than dependent. My life has been discommoded by horrifying interims of manual labor.

Western women know not the discipline of the Moslem whip & the curved saber, nor of hefting their dimpled, flabby arses off couches
to deal with a few terrifying interims of nail-chipping manual labor.

When I hear your name I projectile puke in pain, like after acid rain
When you touch me with both ******* I nearly die, like 1 dying guy
from the fright of an unexpectant ******-****** bite, after midnight
When red leaves of destiny fall across our estate, I know it's late, so
I dress up my sister like a street **** and put her on the street as bait
I cannot hide that I want to die by suicide so stop ****** me all day,
I hate **** because I ain't gay & I slit both wrists so my life shall be
over in a little bit before I can wipe off the horse **** that I rolled in
I feel more reliant than dependent when my life is discommoded by
terrifying interims of space work that made Spock want to **** Kirk
Protecting your hot ****** with a rifle against ***** relatives counts
when lesbian tension at the annual homosexual family **** mounts
I just saw an exciting movie that featured the late **** Land Cancer
whose ½-brother was the popular gay, *** film freak Burt Lancaster
It rained on the night that we first had ****** ******* with a pan
& I could feel your pancreas rise & fall like a crippled garbage man
You moaned like general George Washington a lot I guess when he
dazzled old bald John Adams in Martha's 1st term, first lady's dress

This racket rewards hospitals for gross incompetence & criminal neglect.

Michael F. Jackson recorded 37 explicitly/overtly graphic homosensual rap songs from May of 1991 through the autumn of '99. All were banned from radio. It's the same story on ***** channels with wives dying; dogs dying; babies dying; tires spinning as the swollen ***** of the violated, via kin via kith, immix the tragedies & the catastrophes that illuminate the happy digs of unemployed scabs who pull the centuries 20 & 20 + 1 into a Darwinian realm of unsubstantiated everything: large toilets will make you feel at home in Daytona Beach's new McDonald's! The seats are warm and expansive. Forget a fast trip 6 miles away to the dump! Forget a nagging suspicion. Forget that we ever met! [Groucho F. Marx eternally rests upon Felice Bassman (Nov. 1935-May 1975)]
   Popular damage = bigger pay-out; longer interims prove strategic; gaudier displays reflect no discipline in music inappropriately designated JAZZ as things what rotate left bespeak the Coriolis fluctuation; trials & tribulations bequeath rubble; the day unfolds as do the legs of newborn giraffes.

When I hear your name I projectile puke in pain, like after acid rain
When you touch me with both ******* I nearly die, like 1 dying guy
from the fright of an unexpectant ******-****** bite, after midnight
When red leaves of destiny fall across our estate, I know it's late, so
I dress up my sister like a street **** and put her on the street as bait
I cannot hide that I want to die by suicide so stop ****** me all day,
I hate **** because I ain't gay & I slit both wrists so my life shall be
over in a little bit before I can wipe off the horse **** that I rolled in
I feel more reliant than dependent when my life is discommoded by
terrifying interims of space work that made Spock want to **** Kirk
Protecting your hot ****** with a rifle against ***** relatives counts
when lesbian tension at the annual homosexual family **** mounts
I just saw an exciting movie that featured the late **** Land Cancer
whose ½-brother was the popular gay, *** film freak Burt Lancaster
It rained on the night that we first had ****** ******* with a pan
& I could feel your pancreas rise & fall like a crippled garbage man
You moaned like general George Washington a lot I guess when he
dazzled old bald John Adams in Martha's 1st term, first lady's dress

Western women know not the discipline of the Moslem whip & the saber, nor of dealin' with terrifying interims of mildly-manual labor

When I hear your name I projectile puke in pain, like after acid rain
When you touch me with both ******* I nearly die, like 1 dying guy
from the fright of an unexpectant ******-****** bite, after midnight
When red leaves of destiny fall across our estate, I know it's late, so
I dress up my sister like a street **** and put her on the street as bait
I cannot hide that I want to die by suicide so stop ****** me all day,
I hate **** because I ain't gay & I slit both wrists so my life shall be
over in a little bit before I can wipe off the horse **** that I rolled in
I feel more reliant than dependent when my life is discommoded by
terrifying interims of space work that made Spock want to **** Kirk
Protecting your hot ****** with a rifle against ***** relatives counts
when lesbian tension at the annual homosexual family **** mounts
I just saw an exciting movie that featured the late **** Land Cancer
whose ½-brother was the popular gay, *** film freak Burt Lancaster
It rained on the night that we first had ****** ******* with a pan
& I could feel your pancreas rise & fall like a crippled garbage man
You moaned like general George Washington a lot I guess when he
dazzled old bald John Adams in Martha's 1st term, first lady's dress