That’s My Desire

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Diana the ghost

with the horizonless brains

she’s got the most

railroad track & smoothest trains

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Diana Longtree

a floating miracle

so bumpity bump free

she’s downright biblical

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She hoovers

near the ceiling

of the jail cell in which Sheriff Isom Dart

has locked himself for the night

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Candle melting low

flickering

shadows waltzing

beckoning his eyes to close

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Diana up there

an invisible cloud full of demonettes & desire

hoovering

awaits awaits

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To slyly slip like a

secret agent

through the gateway

   of Isom’s dreams…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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The Sheriff

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He sits on the bunk

heart goodly sunk

on the table a cactus chunk

& a pot of coffee

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He sits in remorse

thinks about his horse

the one that died

desert fried

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He’s the sheriff

the last human alive

in a ghost town called

you know what

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He sits in a locked jail cell

he’s got the key

he’s most comfortable in here

a total urbanite

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Oh but woe oh woe

is he & all those others who

wait for the show to begin

under the hanging tree

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It’s a terrible disappointment

to oh so many in the nation

the sheriff’s name is

Isom Dart

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However there is one lady

in this rocket on the launching pad

of intergalactic travel

whom it does not bother

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Yes, one woman charmed by

the futility of living in

a town run amok

by a spooked sheriff

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This woman who desires him

is Diana

my Diana

Diana Longtree

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She’s a ghost

I’m a ghost

we’re the ghosts in this

   dusty old western movie…

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Yours

truly

Rawclyde

!

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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The other ghost arrives…

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Nobody around

no gold found

a creaking sound

it’s a ghost town!

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Diana stands next to her corpse

that hangs from the tree

it sways back n forth

how’d this come to be?

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A haunted saloon over there

abandoned church down a tumble-weed street

faded-blue hotel over here

nothing but nothing for her to greet

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She steps thru the wall of the hotel

the jack rabbits high-tail it as she arrives

she swoops into the hotel cafe

no service here is about all that survives

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She sits at a table anyway

in her mind she orders a cup of tea

nobody serves her anything

   and then across the street she sees me…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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A Ghost Town Called Love

Entire verse narrative finished & refined!

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Soundtrack to A Ghost Town Called Love:

http://songza.com/listen/clumsy-calf-roping-cloydlovesthe

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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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Tired

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I’m tired of whittling on the carcasses of

blind 3-eyeballed dragons with

dried-up peas rattling around inside their broken skulls…

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I’m tired of finding girlfriends of yesterday

hung by the neck ’til dead & gone & gone again

from the sagging branch of the hanging tree infront of

the sherriff’s office & him hiding in

a locked jail cell all night long…

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I’m tired of being told by the whistling wind that

my hair is too long & my work day is too short

& to hand it all over to a landlord who was born dead…

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I’m so damn tired of walking around avoiding goons in cars

who chip at my brain with an insane

overload from television noisily sucking the juice outta their souls

& splattering this goon piss all over my reading lamp…

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I’m weary so weary bleary & tossed & turned burned

& still walking ~ always walking around ~ in this

ghost town called Love

ahhh yes, this craven ghost town

this squirrelly ghost town…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2011)

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