Sonnet CCXIX
Her stockings are loose over her ankles at work
Stained back pocked of her trousers color of Red Ink
She was perched on the stool behind the bar lips of
Pink
Crouching over the bar to meet the jerk
Perceived from two different points an observation lurk
His turf from the midlands inner rink
Past she stood before the window on the brink
To watch increasingly vaster moon incipient quirk
May Moon, shes folding a yarn
Sitting under the window eating her lunch on the cheap
Write for the liberty next to the Green Barn
Hope the rain mucks them to keep
Slow worms la lamp is still gleaming in the dawn
Weight of eleven stones and four pounds in her sleep
Sonnet CCXV
Her eyes dancing in admonition kissed the best
Spiritual is an Alabaster Ivory like ring
Seated by her companions shes left to sing
Joyous little laugh said she would stay west
Blue Irish Blue eyes a womans crest
Old Tin Box clattering under her wing
Occupants of the grave buried last evening
Lady of the land on her last quest
Gury of the brightness of the stained glass
Haunting expression girlish shyness when drinking beer
Terrific and instantaneous smoking Grass
Proceeding down the sage sloops of Deer
Dark woman and fair man seated together at Mass
Witchy bluest Irish blue lustrous volunteer
Sonnet CCX
Sun was nearing the steeple of the church and still
rising
Proud lighting of the intellects pitfall
Our Souls shame wounded by our sins drawl
Violet night and augurs rod of ash harmonizing
Shadow lay over the hand maid of the moon scrutinizing
Stench of his greener grave, foul flower water so
compromising
Seated crossed legged smoking a coiled pipe in Budapest
Her hat was hanging on the kitchen floor of his nurse
Darkness shining in the brightness may suggest
Nudging the door open with her knee holding her purse
Human eyes monk words screaming infest
Smelling fresh printed rag paper from the back of the Hearse
Almighty Banana
Majority of Parrots Greek Bananas are gone
The Alpha and Omega is the Half-life of the poet
Jesus washed it from our Lobe in his rain
Was and who the almighty last Banana
Shame with you hoarding insane
Found myself on the Island Patmos days after days
Caught up in sprit of the profane
Voice as loud a trumpet we cant hear from our raft
Drinking Gin
Struck him Ilk drinking Gin
Two identical names both are lost
Our Lives in peril tonight we lost all control
Lord of her creation tattoo sat on her skin
Lyric plat form original playing
Feast of Avoirdupois cat patrol
Adjoining parch tropic trees midnight crying
Inexistence to existence equid-difference plot
Regressively accompanied Blue Blindfold
Compressed his hat on her head
Recline against wet railing is getting old
Unions of rails stiles laying still the tornado
No bigger than a womans Mind