The Holy Bible is a Journal.
On the desk, and it's definitely
not made of Mahogany,
it's lightly-stained Oak.
The blanket is Navaho. It's All Sacred.
Those Impeccable Tribes of the Desert -via the Fountaini
- will make more, but the Object can't be Programmed.
It's one of the gadflies or juggernauts ,
some say Gordian Knots,
of Simulation "Theory."
It's REALLY HARD (some say - ahem - difficult) to simulate a Grandpa.
Dazzling diamonds
Precious pearls
Elegant emeralds
Sapphire swirls
Sparkling silver
Glitter of gold
Allure of amethyst
He gave her multi beryl
Their wedding's on hold...
Time to
Remember
The days of Sep
Sep...what was that song, ~~OH,
August
Date: 09/06/2019
I remember the first day I saw you.
You were out of reach,
But I knew I would get to you soon.
When you uttered the first word,
The day we finally crossed paths,
The words on that paper I was reading,
Juggled up and left me off track.
Took my time watching your every move,
From what food you liked,
To who you called your Achuz.
I remember when you said you would wait for me,
And I bravely looked through the windows to your soul,
Searching for a tangible lie to feed,
My habitual anticipation. (I found none)
Thank you...
For making me feel human.
Keeping up with someone like me,
Is an item on the list of a few.
And for that I salute
...Amour eternel
No mercy from god
No God
No soul
No
Just know
Ahem this phlegm
In snotty body
Needs and pleads
A hotty-toddy.
Think a drink
Or pill will
Fight my plight
Kill this ill?
I might ply
With some rum
Debauch with scotch
Numb the glum.
Until that swill
Outs this bout
My poor sore
Snout will spout.