King Jesus Blood Red

No senator tied governor spies off the grid
Nothin' you thought never mind that you did
Not Martha's businesses, no preacher's kid,
missionary magicians queen pristine sordid
No Blue Jay Cardinals rid the ghost of El Cid

Provocateur future voyeurs and sloths
Clown with enough rope for a living hell bound
Three and eight stooges forsooth of the cloth
Bottle necks with a cinch knot circling around

None not erotic your blind side experience
Frank common sense he she said consensual
None without stardom aligned without variance
This way cool climate hell no not eventual

A plugged kettle screamin' streams steam through the lid
whistling at corpses from the next new world hid
while nothin', not even one non-consequential
nobody drivin' on arrival not dead
Lives not even one long but our one innocent criminal
alive from the pool of human blood shed 
©2011 GaryOttoson

The Arm for Emily

"Thou stir'st earthquake in the South,   
And maelstrom in the sea;   
Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth,
Hast thou no arm for me?"

Did you get to sleep last night,
at all before her time began?
Doze off in the heat today,
or day-trip into no man's land?

You occupy your heaven--
the interstitial spaces--
centrifuge the tumbling Sevens
rolling toward the Humans races

All eyes on pop and Brutus, too, olive oil, and pay day
Wimpy, Swee' Pea everyone who owes you love on Tuesday

You always light a blue tip on the prophet Amos' tongue,
Isaiah, Jeremiah, Obadiah all got one

You walked along Emmaus, a light white hoody on
longing to embrace your friends with what you have become
since you walked on water then to new Jerusalem

A couple more things about you I believe that I have read
and, I miss EmilyD, oft really wish she's here instead..

Say, I wonder if she misses us, and, is she really dead?

Well, I hope you have her near you, that her hair ain't turnin' red
©2011 GaryO | & Happy birthday, M'am!

my favorite books (and the flat-panel display)

white sheet floating four corners draped
loaded with meat fat and brain foods you cook
your chefs crying eat me oh you won't escape
God is my witness I believe you forsook

in my wildest dream where you're slaughtering a goat
I read you some chapters of my favorite books
stories about demons flung down in dung
gummed up with blue blood thicker than crooks

you say we're smart as a whip and it shows
a crack for humility your pride really shook
so you slit our throat we bleed like the lamb
who kisses off death else wants us and look!

in silver and light with all that remain
tending his lambs in my favorite books
succored not suckered else loves I am
a cross a dry sea blowing blue bells by brooks..
©2011 g.o. | To Bob F. and Vanessa C.