Touched By The Whim Of God

Touched by the whim of God Revolutions in the unlikeliest of places Tasting the perfect tilt to her hips My benign lunacy comes in traces Diluted measurements by midmorning With inconvenient virtues & unholy glee Bringing small obsessions in my mind When the local widows invite me for tea Entering only after a courteous introductionContinue reading “Touched By The Whim Of God”

I Can’t Swim That Far

I can’t swim that farNo use for a sailor like meFloating with the jetsamWithout the pomp or jubileeThis grey cell rockingOn each & every waveAt the whim of natureI pray for Jesus to saveA daily grind in hellNo time for witty quipsThis a mere life raftFor the Devil’s Flagship