God Bless
As weathered hands in candle light
Do fumble finding fountain pens
Though not a drop of liquor is spilled, then refreshed
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And rolling tires remind my ringing ears
Of their constant…
That they hiss in the rain
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My windows allow in much more than fog
Blasting salsa, gunshots and groans
Dawn, breezes, bell tower’s moans
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And thunder, pounding, thunder
Though the rain on the rooftop, will never fill this glass
And I no longer want it to…
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Drips are as torrents
In the desert…
And I owe those mists my life
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Winged the effect of butterflies
Of grains falling in an hour glass
What folly, we see in our eyes as more
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Though I could tell you of more
If I could yet speak of such
And if my lips could kiss your mind with stars
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You would still be as I see you
Curled in pillows of cat fur and moonlight
Purrrloining the facts of books
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It’s in the stillness of the tails we share
The paws in the eye of the storm dancing
The Chi in the meow of chaos
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For Cloistered BBQ’ed Shrimps
And this Tapestry of Jalapeno Sighs
For Illuminating My Pineapple Pizzas…
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God Bless You
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