Parental Advisory

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose poetry
forming a form of continuous connectivity,
to communicate considerable contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose poetry is what you’ll hear
when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft are wrought, and revealed thusly,
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.

Jesus Feat


Jesus saves each pebble to 
take up space within a shoe 
to tenderize a hardened sole. 
Jesus, He's just Dr. Scholl. 

If Love Is The Law, You Should Do What You Will,
Unless You Should Want To Play King Of The Hill,
Because Any Body Can Run Flat, And Any One Can Coast,
But Should It Ever Come To That, Jesus Loves Hills The Most.

Hills are where He hit His stride, and Hills are when He stretched,
so Hills are how I show a pride and joy that you will catch
when you see my rhyming time each word, measured precisely, 
ascend your stares, as each rhyme climbs to reach its peak quite nicely.

Peek, and see through poetry, past Jesus feats and climbing.
As sermons mount, just start to count how many times my rhyming
references odd deferences, and such religious practice
as to expose the feat. My toes show how damn good I am at this.