Standing Beside Me

~

I creak into

the

dilapidated

pilot house

~

Of my haunted tug boat

as it

leaps forth

for a joust

~

With a wall

of

ancient

rock

~

I

sit

down

and gawk

~

My hand

 clutch-

ing

the wheel

~

When

on

my shoulder bone

I feel

~

A touch

gentle

gentle

and warm

~

In the midst of

the

pitter patter

of the rain of this storm

~

I turn

my

head

and see

~

 Stand-

ing

beside

me

~

In flesh

and

blood

Holy Mary!

~

Cloud Shadow 51

~

Oh my God, please

grant

me

thee

~

 Ser-

 in-

 i-

ty

~

To

 grate-

 ful-

ly

~

Be

e

e

eee

~

A Love Slave

to

Holy

Maryyyyyyy!

~

Cloud Shadow 52

~

She

says

to

 me

~

“Head

of

 Bone,

let it be

~

“Let thee old boat

go

where

it’s got to go

~

“And it’ll take ye there

where

the Light of God

 doth really glow”

~

Sooooooo

I

bow

my head

~

And contemplate

what

Our Lady

has just said

~

As

my

tug

boat speeds

~

Beyond all

be-

lievable

creeds

~

Right

at

the

rock

~

I brace myself for

a

rapidly

     approaching shock…

~

Cloud Shadow 53

~

But

 be-

fore

we hit

~

Mary

says

with

shy sly grit:

~

“As for my virginity

when Jesus was born

if ye

   do not believe it ~ “

~

She folds her hands

in prayer

and I’ll be damned if

   the rock don’t split…

~

Cloud Shadow 54

~

Oh Heavenly Father

beyond all

I

knowwwwwww

~

Oh Endless Mystery

beyond rain

and sun

light glowwwwwww

~

Oh

h

h

hhhh

~

Father of Love

above

and

belowwwwwww

~

This world’s gonna

kill me

 sooner or late-

er I knowwwwwww

~

After that

it is Your secret

where

   I shall gooooooo…

~

Cloud Shadow 55

~

“Here we are, oh

Earth

Mother

Mary

~

“Floatin’ thru a crack

in the rock that

has widened

quite contrary

~

“To the

facts

of

Life

~

“Your pure beauty

cuts

like

a knife

~

“Not just thru

this rock but

thru

my heart too

~

“And thru

everything

else

I deemed was true

~

“So tell me please

what

can

I dooooooo

~

“To

o-

blige

  Youuuuuuu?”

~

Cloud Shadow 56

~

“Well,

Head

of

Bone

~

“So

 all

  a-

 lone

~

“In

these

grim

Bad Lands

~

“Of

 cacti

 rocks

  and slithering sands

~

“Why don’t ye

show

some

grit

~

“Cut

out

the

s__t

~

“Sharp-

en

your

sword

~

“And

 serve

 Our

   Lord?”

~

And poof!

Holy

Mary

is gone

~

In Deep Desert

night

in Deep Desert

   dawn…

~

Text Copyright Clyde Collins 1995 2010

~

~

from

TREK 5

of

DEEP DESERT BLUES

by Rawclyde

!

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~

Adrift

~

Cloud Shadow 25

~

I’ve been lost in

these canyons

now

for a century or two

~

Just floating a-

round with

not

much to do

~

I’ve read all

my books

about one hundred

times each

~

My spelling has improved

but I’m

a numbskull now

when it comes to speech

~

My haunted old boat

has become

brittle

as over-cooked toast

~

About forty feet a-

bove the ground

it can

barely still coast

~

It has bumped into

the walls of

these canyons a-

bout ten million times

~

Once more and it will

become nothing but

scattered

butterfly rhymes

~

I have not grown wise

over the ages

just

plain numb

~

If you were to ask me

my name

I would

just sit and look dumb

~

These scrappy

desperado

canyons of nothing

but rocks and sand

~

Have turned me into

the desert-bleached

bones of a

silent time-weary man

~

A living

fossil

am

I

~

Adrift

be-

neath

Deep Desert sky…

~

Deep Desert Blues V

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by Rawclyde

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Lady Poverty

~

Lady Poverty

come

walkin’

down the lane

~

In her

second-hand dress

so humble

sooooooo plain

~

~

Her eyes cast

down

upon the

trodden ground

~

 Jus’

 walkin’

along

heaven bound

~

~

When I said

“hello”

n’ she

looked up at me

~

Her dark eyes

put

a tremble

in my knee

~

~

To such an

 un-

 fathom-

able degree

~

I kneeled

down

n’ asked her to

marry me

~

~

Since then other

women

have

come n’ gone

~

When I mow

the grass

I never

own the lawn

~

~

When I start to

get rich

I just

get kinda bored

~

Throw it all

away

n’ thank

the Holy Lord

~

~

For the

Love Peace n’ Free-

dom that

Lady Poverty

~

Keeps on

giv-

ing

to me-ee-ee-ee-eeeeeee…

~

!

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Anja Rubik

!

rhyme by

Rawclyde

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!

Maria only plays sad songs…

~~~

Maria only plays sad songs on her tear-stained guitar

Jose wants to marry her, cross the border, buy a new car

Padre Miguel says it’s okay but remember to always pray

The young lovers were sent back to Mexico by the Border Patrol today

~

Two hundred people were injured at the Olympics by a mad man

his pipe bomb exploded in the crowd well-to-do & grand

sudden sorrow via the news on TV gushed all over the land

the poor & the rich always murder each other, don’t you understand?

~

As long as one man on Earth is hording his pile of gold

others will crave it & for it their souls will be sold

far as I can see the solution is a faint gleam in a star

  Maria only plays sad songs on her tear-stained guitar…

~~~

from an out-of-print book

A Love Song To The American Lizard

by Rawclyde!

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)

~~~

Progressive America Rising

~~~

Bully

~~~

Randolf the bully sauntered into the workers’ lunch room

his killer eyes would lock on yours ’til you cried out for doom

he made cutting jokes & caressed every buddy with fear

except for Elmer Gantry Jr., the fearless, our hero this year

~

Ran made out like Elm was crazy as a loon

couldn’t work or think, was dead as the moon

Elmer pulled from his pocket the makings for a cigarette

this time rolled a perfect one, lit it, and with a little regret

~

Said, “Randy boy, you obviously have no mind

there’s no intelligence in you that I can find

it’s too bad you have a mouth that doesn’t quit”

and smoke engulfed Ran’s face from Elm’s cigarette

~

Randy laughed it off, said he was only joking

Elmer laughed too & all the workers began croaking

like bull-frogs around a placid pond in a land of yore

& they all sauntered out the workers’ lunch room door…

~

from an out-of-print book

A Love Song To The American Lizard

by Rawclyde!

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)

~~~

The People’s View

~~~

Colors moving grand & free…

~~~

Meanwhile the desert like a mother soothes me from afar

plays me shy gentle tunes like Maria but on a thorny guitar

songs of the wind that rhymes with the blood that flows thru my brain

I can hear the wind & the blood in her sweet sweet soothing refrain

~

Ravens who squawk hello & buzzards who don’t

jack rabbits who flee & a thousand creatures who won’t

show themselves at all as they watch my every move

I can feel their eyes on me in this tune upon which now I groove

~

And there’s distance, just air, thru which for miles I can see

distant craggy hills painted with colors moving grand & free

beneath a relentlessly roving sun that gives no damn about me

yet that bright orb grows my food & cranks out light by which I can see

~

Come on, Americans, cut out your hell-bent misery, your greed, your sin

unite your brains with nature & God so that I can love you again

abandon those square houses in which you godlessly live

as for television, shit, a campfire has much truer miracles to give…

~

from an out-of-print book

A Love Song To The American Lizard

by Rawclyde!

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)

~~~

Baja & Alto Blog for Arizona

~~~

A little mud hut…

~~~

What you need is a little mud hut with some bones above the door

half a canteen of water & nobody there to keep the score

you can hoot & howl & chase lizards across the empty wasteland

you’ll be one with dust & thirst & life will be oh so grand

~

And if a bill with your name on it comes floatin’ by

don’t pay it, burn it, & watch the smoke drift across the sky

burn it on the rock you use for an altar next to your door

offer the burning bill up to Jehovah & then, then pray for some more

~

You’ll be so happy you won’t care whether or not you’re wearin’ shoes

you’ll be so carefree you’ll just fall down whenever you want & take a snooze

and when you die, just roam around a spirit forever more

to hell with workin’ and bills, now yer headin’ for reality’s distant shore

~

Where the angels sing and play hool-a-hoop with moon beams

& saints weave endless gowns for the next wedding of you & your dreams

where God is one big grinning communion host in the sky

and all your cartoon images of Him are thee exact reason why…

~~~

from an out-of-print book

A Love Song To The American Lizard

by Rawclyde!

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)

~~~

About 8 mile around the bend…

~~~

~~~

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

~

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

~

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

~

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

~

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

~

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

~

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

~

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…

~~~

poems from an out-of-print book

A Love Song To The American Lizard

by Rawclyde!

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)

~~~

~~~

Diana

~~~

~~~

Realization looms

in her eye

she didn’t wanna

die

but with everything done

and everything said

here she is

dead

&

stuck

oh

fuck

in a ghost town called

Love

~

Who

is to blame?

he’s crossing the street

what’s his name

oh yes

years ago

on memory lane

a favorite ‘bo

now he’s at the door

his steps are slow

he’s in the room

his eyes aglow

in another time & place

she wham-banged his tongue

& yesterday

the fool got her hung

in a strange place called

Love

~

He sits down

they’re eye to eye

he says

“hi”

she says

“why”

he says

“I guess it was mean’t to be”

her eyes

look around regretfully

in this twilight zone called

Love

~

(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

~~~

The other ghost arrives…

~~~

Nobody around

no gold found

a creaking sound

it’s a ghost town!

~

Diana stands next to her corpse

that hangs from the tree

it sways back n forth

how’d this come to be?

~

A haunted saloon over there

abandoned church down a tumble-weed street

faded-blue hotel over here

nothing but nothing for her to greet

~

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

~

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…

~

(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

~~~

~~~

A Ghost Town Called Love

Entire verse narrative finished & refined!

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