"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!
