The holidays are coming
the goose is getting fat
Please put four dollars in
the old man's hat.
I paint, musician, writer
I will not be denied
nor will be unemcombered
by
the feelings by and by.
So much of clouded beingness
I've birthed by to be apt
born with fifth strand
dangling
precariously
for certain tho' entact.
Come ancient, solid certainty
transform me by and by
into that far sought bliss be
I will not be denied.
So fair, white rainbow wind blown
through wilted, stilted throat
continue please
and ever wipe
the fibers from my moat
of fallen chemtrail poisons.
Be still you halted dwarf whack
you will not win the sacredness
of Nomi's that can float.
Preparing last month's portratuire
of Yhu Rha Dha infused
to hang for all the holidays
and keep mine all amused.
I dally dainty paint straubs
where Liebestruam is played
I'm jolly, holly holidazed
and still firmly bemused.
Come ancient foreign solitude
Come be here by my side
Come loving arms of sanctity
come love me by and by.
