Blue Smoke



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


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?


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…


poem from an out-of-print book

A Love Song To The American Lizard

by Rawclyde!

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)




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