the new poetry
for the masses
if it was in your mass you'd know
the new poetry order
read my lips
no
new
poetry
but he renigged even though you can't say that any more because we wore that word out
to say re"nigg"
well
that's just something we don't tall er eight round hare
but the poetry
it falls from my lips like ice
hanging
blue
still
not falling so much as...
hanging
the new poet
redefines
alliterate to contemplate or to frustrate in new ways on clean days in sunny hay or murky clay the ways away today

it is always my intention to write for you, to let you know how i feel for you, to remind you how we met, to stir your emotions as i once did but in security instead of insecurity, though we had little of that, relatively, but i let life intrude and rationalize it away saying i appreciate you as we go, that i do not take you for granted for more than four or five hours anyway, that at least once each day i have let you know in some significant way how i care for you

i know you want me to write and i also know i write best under duress and little when i am happy, and i am very, very happy, but even better, you encourage me in my faith in Christ and the joy in that relationship strengthens my happiness in ours

i may not write the poetry, but i think that's because we act it out all the time...and maybe there's some way to do both

it is my intention here to find out

if wisdom is following God's instructions...