Arizona looking more & more like Mars…

John Carter, Dejah Thoris, and Tars Tarkas of Mars are getting ready to cut into some canned lunch-meat ~ Spam.  They’re camping overnight on the outskirts of the city of Phoenix in Arizona.  For months, now, thru the wilds of Arizona they’ve been campaigning door-to-door to get out the vote for President Barack Obama in the upcoming November election.  Before they hit the big city of Phoenix, John, Dejah, and Tars await more door-to-door Obama-campagining Martians, visible and invisible, to join them… 


Santa Rosa Wash

Sierra Estrella

Rainbow Valley

Maricopa Mountains

Table Top Mountains

Tohono O’Odham Indian Nation

Woolsey Peak Wilderness Area









Nancy’s News:


Diana Returns



I blink once twice

she is home

standing beside me

gazing down at me

straight out of Isom Dart’s raunchy dreams


A miracle leg sleigh ride disappears up a

short Mexican serape &

above that, two church windows lit-up with tumbled emotions

peer out from a cast-down neighborhood

of swirling spilit-end avenues


The barely draped miracle grotto

of ludricous desire is too close

for my mouth to ignore & my tongue

dutifully stiffins in anticipation of the job

that looms so poignantly ahead


A colossus brick of jealousy

clogs my chest & I cannot breathe

until with a desperado mind

I conscientously lug this brick down down

into my belly & melt jealousy into a soft gooey lump of


Slobbering slavery

to the coy whims

of the delicious dianthus of Diana

& the steamy desert rain of

my one & only really enthusiastic love


She bumps me once twice three times

her hand seriously touches down on my head

I open up to her silent decree, her rule over

my thirsty lips, my shattered heart, my

mind’s lowdown dirt-floor cellar


A slip of cloth slips out of the way

I kiss the wet hole of the black buck’s drain

gently, too gently, my tongue reaches forth

tastes the pissy cum in Diana’s wide-open slum

a bullied lamb, I delicately suck-up what’s there


The branding-iron hot hand on the back of my neck

with its serious steering of the ocean-liner

hypnotizes me into surrender & devotion

to her immediate & most powerful pleasure

& I succinctly suck-up what’s there


One thousand & one demonettes of Diana crowd at the gate

bump squirm scream into my mouth, turn into

a cascading waterfall of little-girl dolls down my gulping throat

& I nearly drown in what’s there

eternal slavery to Diana Longtree!


(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)



Ghost Face



I look in the mirror

what do I see?

Nothing but what is behind

poor lonesome me


Shoulda coulda woulda

rocketed beyond the veil

but love aglow on Memory Lane

locked-up that idea in jail


Speaking of which, I wonder

how much longer it’s gonna be

before my beloved Diana

comes back home to me


For 4 long nights she’s been

haunting he who killed yours truly

that damned Dart with the baloney heart

has been making her awful squirrely


All I can do is

stare at the empty mirror

wonder what she sees in him

that’s not right here


I guess a man with a face

that grimaces & grins

is better than a ghost who

only stands here & spins


But damn her jezebel eyes

she’s a ghost too

why don’t she come back

be holy, be true?


(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)


Are You Ready To Ride With Obama?


by Davy Crockett Reincarnated

Yuma Arizona


The American people are a hard-working bunch.  A lot of them don’t have or won’t take the time to follow politics too closely.  But they know what they want.  And what might that be?  It might very well be President Barack Obama for four more years.

Let’s whittle on the high-born rich and the economy ’til all we got is a broken-blade pocket knife with which to chip away.  Let’s keep the government strong & by & for the people ~ with our rights fought for & intack.  Don’t let the Super PAC goons with their top-dollar commercials fool you into working for two-cents a day, no social safety net, & fat profits in their pockets & their pockets only.

It is your right & privilege to vote for the better possibility of a little more tax for the ultra-rich to keep the government safety-nets strong for the poorer citizens who can then back with their hearts, minds & jobs ~ a strong middle-class work force.  So let’s keep Obama in the White House ~ he’s on our side.

Granted, the Republicans in the House of Representatives, which the American people voted into a majority 2 years ago to stop the spiraling debt, have been slow about working with our illustrious president.  But sooner or later they’ll come around & realize they cannot coddle the ultra-billionaires forever ~ especially when so many folks don’t have jobs, homes, or money.  They’ll have to give in sooner or later & stop trying to bully us poor folks too ~ you know, by threatening our social security, our teachers unions, and our beautiful gay friends who want to marry each other & raise plastic dildoes instead of over-populating our cities with illigetimate children like too many of us heterosexuals tend to do.

I’m gonna pull-in my reins about now & bring my galloping carriage to a trot here ~ and stable this mule with my favorite pet project.  What’s the most intelligent transportation available on the planet?  Was it the space shuttle?  No.  It’s my mule!

That’s right.  Put your phone away in the cupboard!  Push your out-of-gas car over the cliff!  We need to re-examine the profit potential of breeding mules ~ and developing donkey trails along the side of every freeway in these United States.  Small produce acreage should be the upcoming popular thing.  Let’s get our humanity back.  Let’s be Obamasonians…


Davy Cockett Reincarnated is the editor of the Old Timer Chronicle in Yuma AZ


That’s My Desire



Diana the ghost

with the horizonless brains

she’s got the most

railroad track & smoothest trains


Diana Longtree

a floating miracle

so bumpity bump free

she’s downright biblical


She hoovers

near the ceiling

of the jail cell in which Sheriff Isom Dart

has locked himself for the night


Candle melting low


shadows waltzing

beckoning his eyes to close


Diana up there

an invisible cloud full of demonettes & desire


awaits awaits


To slyly slip like a

secret agent

through the gateway

   of Isom’s dreams…


(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)



Midnight At The Oasis



“Sorry but

whoever shoots at me

I hang”

said Sheriff Isom Dart


To the long-legged woman with

the noose

around her neck

Diana Longtree


This after she & he

had made robust love

under a full moon

infront of 6000 invisible Martians


He slapped the horse’s butt





(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)