Gordon S. Bowman III – Page 2 – Stumbling along the sidewalk

Gel

Cookie case straw angel stork bring arrange sore

Green swat realm crying wafer below catheter it

Weed point future glue stripe initial plot burst ink

Purpose stick barn tank turn Joseph head bounce

Lift bane flood hellion town yuck warrant fry gel

Rare

Jungle drift happy quiet link read ball weed upto

Lick wire angel torture creek veins made porch

Lurch keep beak worn benevolent nick swap play

Cleats border rollicking veil hit feel pole xerox ill

Little yellow hanger twitch kite bellow jingle rare

Stop

Fire quote lapse white narrow hop ligament out

Quarry eating wall reel slide reach stare oink mar

Garage stick mighty weep rank swipe menagerie

Mere wheat mako weird angular wear wallow if

Pockets mellow apple year swanky Mariupol stop

Solid

Startling coupon rowdy develop rude equal seem

Walking rancor medieval wallop scorpion stacked

Stripe whenever quasi mere rounded balancing

Scrape mouth made wonder anchor collect solid

Mouse mock ochre rampant belief bleed release

Christmas Wish

Pretty presents

Faces glow

Decorations

Falling snow

Being good

Is every little boy’s

Solemn goal

Being sweet

Every little girl’s

Ultimate dream

Have a party

Invite your friends

Make merry and drink a toast

To a wonderful year

Call your mom

And visit your Dad

Make a pie

And then a ham

Cool it well

Eat before it gets cold.

Up

Banana cross leavened queasy roll bounce hill of

Grease Valium close happy dreamer envelope it

Cruise interpret annihilate clue banter mantels

Reese’s ouch orange strike koala sleuth rumour

Steep Ross uncle sweep each offensive wheat up

Journey of Comfort

Black dots scattered in the air,

Above my head, folding in.

Red pieces of clay, stuck to my shoe,

Covering footprints, hovering around me.

I want to go on a journey,

Without leaving home,

Without sacrificing what is familiar to me.

I want to meet you

In a jungle, beside a river,

Closing my hands together,

Above a campfire, singing

Familiar words

To a familiar tune.

Freedom is my goal, but

Comfort is my preoccupation.

Can I have one,

Without losing the other?

Mercy

Dark splats cover the head,

Driven insane by death and doubt.

Blood drips from heavy hands,

Weighed down by worry and despair.

A coat lays on the shoulders

Of a man trapped in a recording

That repeats over and over again.

There is no escape for an obsessed man.

Polite words crawl out of his mouth.

He is eager to please, eager to end

The shameful suffering of those

Cooped up inside the temple.

Where can we go? They cry.

When will it all end? They whisper.

To submerge in the holy water

Is the dream of my home,

And of my people.

To be washed clean

Of this heaviness,

Of this trauma,

Of this unclean spirit.

Free me now!

Have mercy!

Please, have mercy.

Chocolate

Pineapple cruise palm tree classical tank wall lift

Rousing beef stink belief narrow lack weep range

Beep knack strike slaw myriad ancient read walk

Mellow swanky quiet Jeep sleuth marinara bout

Bite near rain tall ocular menial swear chocolate

Lift

Walk through the ocean

Cool beside screen

Jump in space

Honeycomb from a flower

Bees are buzzing

Plunge into a puddle

Front entry to be

Verse ten soothe

Lousy loud lifts