Mary’s Saloon beckons Ghost Face…

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Mary’s Saloon rebuilt & doing well

beckoned to me

a divine finger c’mon

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I approached in slow motion

the newly reconstructed bat-winged front door

one early evening

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The band was chortling Ava Maria

Lady Magdalene was perched on a wooden barrel

outside the door as a rainbow feathered

mystical crow

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The wooden sidewalk creaked a

love song to worn-out boots as

I placed a winged-heel there

& I fondly nodded to the Jesus factor

in the Magdalene’s diamond eye

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She

crooned

soothingly

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The consequences of which were lost

due to my sudden awareness of

a mountain lion sitting upright

on the planks half a store front away

& the beast’s ferociously hungry eyes were on me!

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I tossed the large predator a

swift secret-agent move

then dashed the other way into the saloon

the inside of which resembled a Spanish cathedral

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I found Mary sitting serenely in a back pew

she made a motion with her hand

that induced me to sit nearby &

we enjoyed the music eternally

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I happened to look around & sure enough

that cougar had quietly stretched out on the bench

to the other side of me with her tail swishing

she lay on her back, placed her foot on my thigh

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A couple drops of water from a broken pipe

dripped onto the mountain lion’s head

& aghast!

the critter was really Diana Longtree

in her new saloon dress

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We three bozos

laughed

& laughed

& had a fun time together

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Until Diana slowly grew solemn

like the flossy critter that she is &

glancing at Mary, she said to me, “Tell her”

& I grew solemn too

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“Dear Mother of God

Diana & I

want to get married”

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Mary’s eyes grew brighter than

they already were

she smiled benignly but

rolling her eyeballs toward the colorful murals on the ceiling

she said, “Ghosts can only get married

in heaven”

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A magnanimous rooster

strutting back n’ forth on top of the bar

saluted

cah cah cah cahhhhhhh

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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About 8 mile around the bend…

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In the bush n’ the cacti, I kicked off my shoes

with a book in my lap, I started to snooze

n’ before I knew it I’d made me a lizard friend

the little runt amused me about 8 mile around the bend

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This little critter’s whole body wiggled when he ran

from bush to bush and his slithering tail was oh so grand

then he come up next to me & look me in the eye

then he dart away & do it again on the sly

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Then he’d disappear for a while, I’d read some

then off in the distance, well, here he come

skid to a halt next to me, dig around n’ up n’ tilt his head

there he was, lookin’ me in the eye like a thoroughbred

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After my affair with Mr. Lizard so charming

I fell in love with Freddie The Fly so disarming

he was buzzing all around just wantin’ to die

but I just couldn’t kill ’em, I don’t know why

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I had him under my thumb, but I let him go

then I caught him in my hand & opened it up real slow

for a moment only his head was peeking out

his two big eyes and his cute little pout

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Then I climbed up the truck & layed down on the roof

I was fallin’ in love with everything but I had no proof

I tried to feel bitter & alone but didn’t get very far

‘cuz as day turned to night I fell for sweet Suzie Star

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Moods will work you up and down and all around

before you know it you’re insane and unsound

they’ll yank you this way & yank you that way

before you know it, the White Coats are dragging you away

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God’s creatures are all creeping up slowly on me

before long I’ll be slow-dancing with Flunky The Flee

I just hope that if I step on Rattle The Snake

he doesn’t mind if I also bake him a birthday cake…

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poems from an out-of-print book

A Love Song To The American Lizard

by Rawclyde!

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)

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Blue Smoke

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Blue smoke, blue smoke, take a toke, trail on by

the boom-o-rang made a U-turn, hit me in the eye

people spend a lot o’ coin on thee olde blue smoke high

no more wood in thee olde black stove n’ they wonder why

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The lamp is hot and the moths are tumblin’

the cockpit is ready and the engine is rumblin’

the moon, jets, and everything else is floatin’ by

in the morning I’ll wonder ~ why didn’t I?

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The blue smoke trail disappears into ‘de mirror on the wall

help me stand straight, help me stand tall

each atom in the world spins with a grin on its face

blue smoke deals me a big-toothed joker and an old faded ace…

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poem from an out-of-print book

A Love Song To The American Lizard

by Rawclyde!

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)

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