Dollatry

Eye doll a tree that seeming wise

Is good for life and pleasing eyes

I know it good inverted vile

Evil in virtue I defile

With A Little Help From Hattie

What would you think if I wrote out of rhyme?

Would you stand up and walk out on me?

Lend me your ears and I'll write you a poem

And I'll try not to verse absent-lee...

Forgone

I dreamt of a home with a wife and a cot

I knew of no host with strife and a lot

I longed for a house with a love and a knot

I knew of no hole with a life and a clot

Tribulation

Got to go down to turn and go up

My roller coaster no people line up

The remnant will fall about-face and refine

The test of the gold is the fire unkind

Yusuf

Something's not right, though it's more than a thing

Some things aren't right, though there are more than just some

This thing's got tight, though it's more than a sting

These things can't shiet, though there are some that just did

Sedimentary

Envy the bodily igneous,
born of red and river rock;

I’m no island black or genius—
they weighty wear
with hardened care.

Dirt

The dust does not know
Though it desires to grow
The stone that will be
Or the sand by the sea

Chide

I'm not the poet, I am a poem

Loan behold I'm bought and sold

It's old to me this poetry

Mystery hides what history abides

I resign

Waking in a wake

Walking to a wave

Weeping in a lake

Waiting on a lathe