Dog goD 8Hate
Dog goD 8Hate Poems
I drove to the mall today,
the only place to buy
razor blades, and contended
with a heap of madness.
People everywhere seeking to
keep firm the design as money
went for money’s method and
I merely the Good News(Gillette) .
I spoke to several shoppers along
with some clerks in a most
apt expression, yet my silence
provoked silent reproach and even
audible utterance inferring “Merry
Xmas Humbug and we like you too! '
I showed them how to “marry” Christmas
in a precise witness of Jesus.
They didn’t know him, not one! ...
I have to step into another
mode....lest prosaic effort's feared
commode reason's reproach to piteous
states of rueful need and...I bleed.
Fate has not been kind to this blood clot:
man of amicable cause, me, recompensing a curse
in his vein's vanity of red rife to dispense