Favorite Moms

Hillary & Brittany

~

When

my mom

was

my favorite toy

~

When

I

was

a little boy

~

I’d

pull a chair

up

to the sink

~

And

get me

a

tasty drink

~

Of thee

olde

  Colorad-

 ohhhhhhh

~

Way over

‘dare

  in San Dieg-

 ohhhhhhh

~

Brittany & Son, Marina Del Rey, 2009

~

San Diego

~

Deep Desert Blues

by

Rawclyde

!

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Master of the world…

Jules Verne illustration

~~~

You just can’t fight civilization, it’s all over the planet now

so I best take a bath or I’ll get no smile with my chow

damn it, it’s a hell of a situation to be in, I swear

taking a bath in a cereal bowl, gotta grin n’ not despair

~

Little monkey up the park tree offer his shaky hand

to ‘de big dog barking below so fierce & grand

peacock with feathers spread out like a masterpiece fan

strut around like he most colorful puke in theese land

~

You just can’t fight civilization, it’s too damn big a beast

so I pour water into the bowl halfway to ‘de brim at least

soap up, rinse, pour dirty water into shit bucket behind ‘de door

repeat this action a few mo’ times without spilling water on ‘de floor

~

Once two curious crows with hello squawks fly over my head

cactus wren jump outta hole up in cactus onto branch wish I was dead

lets me know too, balls me out and angrily flies around

I just stand there with a mug of whiskey & coke & don’t make a sound

~

Here in the city with rubbing alcohol I cut the soap grease

give me-self one more rub-down, put on clean clothes that got a crease

lock up the truck, go eat, waitress is friendly as can be

I’m just an old rubber tramp but she treats me quite royally

~

No, you can’t fight civilization, who wants to anyway?

Just roll with the punch & go eat lunch, that’s what I say

birds, rocks, trees, individuals everywhere have a role to play

The Spirit That Moves In All Things made it that o’ way…

~~~

from an out-of-print book

A Love Song To The American Lizard

by Rawclyde!

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)

~

art:

an old Jules Verne concoction

~~~

A vision of the cross…

cross-md

 It’s rugged n’

it’s old n’

it’s made

  of wood ~

 

Yet it shines

like a not too far

star

   should ~

 

And

now

I

 see!

 

It’s a growing

light

‘specially

   for me ~

 

I who have nothing

thus

oh

   so freeeeeee ~

 

So free

I am

even absent

of Meeeeeee

 

Oh

what

 tran-

 quility!

 

Pure

 spirit-

 u-

 ality!

 

Oh

to be wrapped

in this

   bright light shroud ~

 

Oh

to

be

   allowed ~

 

To be

to be

to be

   to beeeeeee ~

 

 Infinite-

ly

 eternal-

 lyyyyyyy!

 

Yeeeeeeeap, its

straight from

my one n’ only

real n’ right-on Boss ~

 

A

vision

of

The Cross

!

 

~

Deep Desert Blues

by Rawclyde!

http://www.yeoldeguide.yolasite.com

 ~

Shepherdess of Domremy hearkens to her voices…

~~~

TH-4

by Sister Teresa

Carmelite of Lisieux

1907

~~~

Happy, happy am I,
Jeanne the shepherdess!
How swift my lambkins fly
To meet my kind caress.

How light my little crook;
How cool this verdant grove,
Beside whose babbling brook
In solitude I rove.

A lovely crown I weave
Of field-flowers, fair and sweet;
What joy is mine to leave
That crown at Mary’s feet!

Oh, how I love the flowers,
The birds, the rippling stream
The skies above these bowers
As fair as angel’s dream.

The valleys and the rills
Rejoice my longing eyes;
The summits of the hills,
They seem to touch the skies!

But hark! What voices come
Upon the evening breeze?
Do angels seek my home
With melodies like these?

I question air and space,
I gaze into the skies;
And yet no slightest trace
Of angels greets my eyes.

Ah, past those clouds that bar
And veil them from my sight,
Would I might fly afar
To realms of radiant light!

~~~

http://saint-joan-of-arc.com/index.htm

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