CROW'S VERSE

I met a crow in the middle of the road.
It stood there so sleek it was accurate.
It stands in the center diameter
Each radius is equal as I note.

Tthen comes a fluffy white dog crow ascends

and up into the branch that it perches

the sound of the universe that urges

begins sweeping is caught in the branches

Where Crow begins the cackling of music

Fourteen, accented or unaccented,

Some sound like counting while others are words.

Attached to the chords of the wooden sticks

Then purring restrained for later purpose

Crow rises on wings and parts his verses

HATRED AND LOVE

Hatred and Love walk in Arm and Elbow

And they stride on a path to a Garden

Saying such things to each other as Now

These berries are Sweeter more than Your Own.

But my branches hold stronger than Fiber

Golden and folded on Human Shoulders

Squeezing its Arms in a Crown Put Upon

It approaches then it Went with a Warning

A routine in the ELbow is Power

Each with a Reason to glorify Harm

If not for a Cause then a Consequence

THat FIres of the Soul’s FLames that it Stoked

More for Amusement than for Mystery

For Vengeance seeking Vengeance’s Heart

WHEN BIRD SPEAKS TO ME

An old hack like me isn't up to this! 

I put aside responsibilities 

Just to sit here despondent and useless

Think I don't know that? It's all I fit.

I won't make it to Heaven anyway 

For I don't believe I ever Left It, 

I hear birds when they say Listen, Edith, 

This is just a minor bad episode.

TO teach you how Frail Strengthened Truth Sounds.  

As precarious as it is precious, 

Come here, I will sing it for you, you Hear?

You at your Table and I in my Nest,

You need not Step Outside nor even Ask.

Listen as I whistle you my music.

SOUL SORES

These Double Hydra Gov Tates so Potent
THey have no more use of their Consciences
Once that happens there's no turning Backness. 
Somethings come Oncely, Like Life, Sycophant! 
Fear not the Shadows -- you even Fear Dawn!
You are the most Worthless of ALl, Soul Sore.
Only the TUnnels can Please your Penchant.
FOr FUnneling it and FUnnelling Loot!
Launder after Launder your Only Quest!
If this is Your Destiny what are You?
Mister Potato Head Heartless and Cruel!
Beggar of INnocence its only Gift!!
As you wait for it wait for it then POUNCE.
You drive down your Claw on its Yet Soft Crown.
A Temple to You the Cored out Apple
It Caves in as it Rots in its Brambles.
And Cries of Tortured Mouths it Dissolves them.  

PUTITTOYOU

What do you do when you have no SOUL?
My Son said if I am your Angel do I have a Heart ?
Together we travel the Sea Whorls.
This is the apperance (TO Me) Blue, Round,
Lovelier than my Offspring for it ROlled. 
Just like we did, Both Snowflake and I, Yet:
Sparrow came along with a Song
Asking what have I been recuited For?
What are the two of you Doing for Air?
We don't really need too much of its GLare.
By the way, Wonder Kin, how are your Friends?
How is your GF, how is the Village?
I will go write some more before I quit.
If there is a World why is it Dying
Does it have a Puddle's Chance of ANything? 

I am not original. That's my only truth. I write what I hear said by teh Universe. Crow is Poet I merely Copy. I report and summarize what Crow does. I annotate Crow's Musicology which I deposit in Crow's Heart. For I am his Lesser. I am his Apprentice. HE is My CROW. I am his Talon.

Mighty English look at you Virgin Deaths! 
Brains burned to Stakes you are a Sinner man! 
You must have the most Fearsome Shadows Sir!
Death makes every Difference to your Herdsmen,
Your crooked and Cock-mired Cartel succintness
Has no Precedent is Debunked on Child Rape.
Sequesters of PUTOS Robotones
Controlados con Algo sin Alma.
I will handle the LOW LIfes YOU be POET!
I hate you D.C. you Corrupt SHarkster,
YOu give names to unwanted Verbs and Nouns.
Polluted Polluted Pollute yourself More!
I tried every Book every Letter Yet.
You are incapable of Learning Art.
Your style is a disgrace a Core Cart!
It rides in a Hearst it Shhoots the Arrow.
16 OBAMA SONNET
 


Where do children come from asks a lil girl.
She will never speak of the horrors
Miracles performed are but human crimes...
Etc. No time for a Sonnet.


Y Veinte Mas Desaparecieron.