Ninety-five theses
Protestant Reformation
Draws lines in the sand
Ninety-five theses
Protestant Reformation
Draws lines in the sand
Paraliment decrees
Henry is the head of church
Sure to frost the Pope
Lost a Colony
Then lost favor with the Crown
Finally lost his head
After, raging, rude alarms
Drag me up from comfort’s pit,
Heated water pounding down
Upon my weary upturned face
Just may be the perfect hit;
This dreary morning’s saving grace.
I wonder what would be the harm,
I know I dare not sit,
Of slipping back to that warm embrace
But now I’m up with things to do,
Rats to race-
Where’s my other shoe?
Thus another day’s begun.
Please, dear God, make it fun.
Today, I saw
A standing wave
In the gutter
By the street.
In that curling
Hydraulic
Rode this stick.
Really neat!
And as I watched
The rains subside
That stick broke free
Its wild ride.
I thought, that’s not
Unlike ourselves,
Riding waves
That rose and fell.
So like that stick,
I traveled on
My morning’s journey
not yet done.
Lady Liberty
Receives her dedication
From Grover Cleveland
Cold October rains,
From that steel grey overhead
Can’t, try as they might,
Dampen this welcome relief
Of grand transition
From stifling Summer’s mug
To aching Winter’s crackle.
By divine vision
Or just cunning strategy
Constantine claims Christ
Yellows, reds, and greens
Reach a state of parity
On this morning’s drive
All is not O.K.
When Cowboys and Lawmen get
Corralled in Tombstone
A dark heart rises
For but this fleeting instant
Before it breaks.
Political parable,
Writ by Starlings, in the sky.
In the fog of war
Many orders go awry
Yet valor remains