Grave of Past Oaths

Purity of life outside of tangle
Each breath inhaled to exhalation full
It's freshness doesn't speak any wrangle
This moment only glide, no wasteful pull
And I who know already this clear truth
Still get involved in dog-tongued thirst pursuit
What that I strangle so hard in its youth?
What inner self calls that I might sit mute?
So tough to get the drug mixed up just right
Ecstasy and plight complimenting turns
Day as lurid and vulgar as the night
Night as lucid and glowing the sun burns
Now cuss the bitterness out of my mouth
Spit in silence on the grave of past oaths
Let north of my dignity kiss down south
Sexed angels now loving me the most

Repose


What a place of delight to repose

On lilly bedded afternoons

All my holdings I would close

For such sequented booms


Rays of setting golden sun

Tender to my calloused eye

Market ambulation strum

That deep repose, exhaling sigh