Hallelujah

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Remorseless, I arrived

too disheveled to kneel and pray

but on time for the celebration

of hallelujah…

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An outcast desperado without a penny

I stood amongst those who had many

blessings children jobs and a handful

of hallelujah…

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I found myself corralled also by pretty

females, young & not, who reached forth to

shake my hand & the jitters disolved in a hail

of hallelujah…

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Courage deployed ~ deployed its soldiers

throughout the fort of my dismay

so I leaped for the chalice, the body, the blood

of hallelujah…

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How does this all add up in this

this church in which I finally prayed

this ghost town through which I’ve been wandering

ahhhhhhh this ghost town called Love

?

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2011)

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Chapel Floor

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I awoke in a strange place

beneath a strange light

surrounded by dozens of strange men

lying on the chapel floor…

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They were scruffy and bewildered

tossed turned & turned again were they

all sleeping like smiling babies with

wings folded, arrows hidden in rumpled blankets…

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I awoke right in the middle of this

pseudo Michael Angelo on the floor

I didn’t mean for this to happen

my life wasn’t supposed to come to this…

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I was supposed to be wandering around in

the ghost town called Love, not

waking up in a Goonsville painting

then someone hit me in the head with a hammer…

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I fell down

   dreaming again…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2011)

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Another High Noon (#1)

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T’was bad ground & holy ground

in this American ghost town

in which the haunted saloon whistled its tune

which sounded forth shrilly especially around high noon…

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There was no more whiskey

no more tables no more chairs

one wall was missing & half the roof

dust was thick where a rooster roosted

I wobbled on the last stool at the counter

Holy Mary the barmaid poured me a shot

a shot of grace

& I gulped it down.

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In one corner stood some Tea-Party fumblers

in another some Occupy-Wall-Street tumblers

all were a-worry over the top 10% of the rich paying a fair share

but the flapping of the right & the rapping of the left

these wingers of the left & the right

never got together & that afternoon was icy as dark dark night

here

in the ghost town called Love.

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There’s bad ground & holy ground

in this American ghost town

where the haunted saloon whistles its windy tune

which sounds forth so shrilly especially around high noon…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2011)

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Back In The Haunted Saloon

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I strolled back to the haunted saloon

arrived floating

swung the bat-wings aside

one fell off its hinge, disintegrated

into a pile of dust as

the winged-heels of my hiking boots fluttered by

what a relief

finally floating after all these earth-bound years

“I’ll have a double” said I

to the barmaid, Mary

ahhhhhhh Mary

Holy Mary

our favorite Mary

   amen & hallelujah…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2011)

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The Lost Goddess Pyramid

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People people people hiding in metal cacoons

rolling rolling rolling all around most afternoons

& they’re lying down inside refrigerated tombs

dozing infront of TVs that turn them into goons.

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I met an Egyptian goddess in the tumbleweeds

she pushed me down, made me her wanton slave

the pretty ancient disappeared in a puff of dust

I sit in front of a pyramid now a wanting to misbehave.

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All the people sneek around behind tinted windows

I stick a thumb out, they lock their flying-by doors

I walk ’til I’m dead as they pay oodles for a private ride

as they build acres of parking lot & bigger dumber stores.

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So now I sit in the sand infront of The Lost Goddess Pyramid

awaiting a swirl of dust to do what the last one did

numerous trains roll by, a chunk of stone falls off my nose

buried beneath a footprint & a trumbone blows…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2011)

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Flock of Grace

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A flock of birds gathered

in front of the locked library door

chirped & chirped

so happy to be alive

so charming & delightful

like an expanding crowd of hispanic women

waiting to be let in the library

here

in this ghost town

  called, yes oh yes, Love…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2011)

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The Barmaid

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I sauntered into the haunted saloon

placed myself carefully on a stool at the counter

nobody was there but a bunch of ghosts & me

the barmaid, Holy Mary, uncorked a bottle of grace

poured me a shot

the shot glass looked empty

but I knew, yes, I knew

the shot glass was now full of grace

“the Lord is with thee,” I said to the barmaid

she smiled gently

a replica of the Milky Way galaxy in each eye

a crucifix above her head

“what’s a crucifix doing in here?” I asked

her reply:  “This is the ghost town called Love, remember?”

an awkward grin tilted my head sideways

I gulped down what she had served

& left a generous tip…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2011)

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