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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love slave

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I happen to have here
a little cupid in my hand

I toss him up n’ away
oh where shall he land?

Oh lookie! Right on
the tip of your nose

The arrow from his bow
whoa, there it goes

Hits you
right in the eye

Strangers in the night
exchanging glances

~~~

cupid blues

Master of the world…

Jules Verne illustration

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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)

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art:

an old Jules Verne concoction

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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

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Shepherdess of Domremy hearkens to her voices…

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TH-4

by Sister Teresa

Carmelite of Lisieux

1907

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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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