Road Princess

     “Get up a little bit,” cooed Ruthie.  The tremble in her voice had not quite disappeared.

     “Right,” grunted Curly.  He got up on his knees ~ took aim.  Ruthie’s left hand warmly, firmly held his balls.  Something flashed in her right hand.

     Dumbly, Curly said, “Whaaa?”

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The Road Princess And Eternity

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Diana Longtree

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by Rawclyde!

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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

~

To slyly slip like a

secret agent

through the gateway

   of Isom’s dreams…

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A Ghost Town Called Love

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A devotional for Diana…

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My lassie come home lately

long legged whimsical lady

instrumentalist of up river loins

warehouse momma of golden coins

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You lay your hand on my head

pull lightly on my ear

nimbly guide me along

now I trombone your song

~

You’re my budding rhyme lady

I’m your happy slave baby

it’s my doomed man destiny

to gulp down your jungle she intensity

~

Aye, my devoted eunuch fate

is to open your slippery temple gate

swallow your rolling wave chores

& keep your marathon scores

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I defend your freedom fearlessly

love you more than oh so dearly

hand you in a tin cup my weary soul

the gleam in your eye, my one prize, my one goal

~

Your legs tie the knot securely

around my head blind & curly

our kiss thus forever reigns

   and, oh oh, Ishtar locks the chains…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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Goddess Ishtar’s Pillar of Salt

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Soundtrack to A Ghost Town Called Love:

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

Oops!  Where’d the ghost town go???

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Diana Returns

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I blink once twice

she is home

standing beside me

gazing down at me

straight out of Isom Dart’s raunchy dreams

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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

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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

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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

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Slobbering slavery

to the coy whims

of the delicious dianthus of Diana

& the steamy desert rain of

my one & only really enthusiastic love

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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

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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

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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

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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!

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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I awake!

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In the old hotel

Diana & I retire to

a busted-up suite upstairs

& haunt it

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While we levitate in the

center of the dusty time-deranged room

indulgently locked in our favorite position & getting along

I fall into a deep deep sleep

~

When I awake I discover

myself prone on the cracked tiles of

the ancient Egyptian temple that’s half buried

in the sand dunes west of Yuma

~

Ishtar, the lost Assyrian goddess of love & war

sits up, peers down

at me between her miraculous legs &

says

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“It’s time for you to return to

the Christian mission, Rawclyde

Your 10 days sleeping outside

are over”

~

She then taps

the back of my head with

her bare heel

which knocks me out

~

I awake again

having dreamed a dream

that was embraced

in a dream

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Now I discover myself alone

in a sleeping bag

on a big pile of dirt & chunks of concrete

in the gravel pit next door to Crossroads Mission

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Partnering with nothing

more

or less

than reality

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The sun is about to rise

under a pink bed-spread

stretched across the jagged little mountain range

out yonder

~

A very long train

thump-thumps by &

somebody fires-up a tractor in

the gravel pit

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I, camouflaged

in the early morning shadows on

my cold rocky knoll, instantly

roll-up my bedroll

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As I trudge away from the peak

of my dreams

I realize that the invisible cosmic forces of the universe

are all around & inside of me

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And that they can be evoked

for the common good

or remain hidden forever in a ghost town

   a ghost town called Love…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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Ishtar

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A Devotional for Diana

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My lassie come home lately

long legged whimsical lady

instrumentalist of up river loins

warehouse momma of golden coins

~

You lay your hand on my head

pull lightly on my ear

nimbly guide me along

now I trumbone your song

~

You’re my budding rhyme lady

I’m your happy slave baby

it’s my doomed man destiny

to gulp down your jungle she intensity

~

Aye, my devoted eunuch fate

is to open your slippery temple gate

swallow your rolling wave chores

& keep your marathon scores

~

I defend your freedom fearlessly

love you more than oh so dearly

hand you in a tin cup my weary soul

the gleam in your eye, my one prize, my one goal

~

Your legs tie the knot securely

around my head half blind & curly

our kiss thus forever reigns

   and, oh oh, Ishtar locks the chains…

~

(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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A sprite minion of the ancient Assyrian goddess Ishtar…

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Table Talk

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Her foot eventually signals its presence on

the edge of my chair

by means of one whispering tap upon

my ghostly rubies.

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“I still believe in transient relationships,”

says the newly-arrived shade

of Diana.

“In fact, before he hung me by the neck

until dead from that wearisome tree, the

sheriff & I…”

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Diana stops talking with

her mouth.

She now talks with

her foot.  Her toes, especially the big one, tell

the torrid tale.

Her heel grinds home the punch line.

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“The sheriff & you ~ what?”

~

Now her eyes quietly repeat

the confession of lewd debauchery

page after page after page

in about 7 zooming seconds.

~

She smiles.

~

Horrified I howl,

“No, not the sheriff!”

My fist slams down on the table, which

disintegrates into a pile of dust, there in

the broken-down hotel cafe.

~

Diana is standing now, chair discarded.

She steps forward.

Little puffs of dust arise.

“Poor boy.  You’re upset over nothing.”

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She’s still smiling.  She can’t help it.

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“Nothing?” I howl ~ still sitting.

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“Nothing,” she sighs.

She steps closer closer ~ looms

over me like

The Statue of Liberty

come alive & opening her court-room robe.

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My eyes go cross-eye-ed

and my soul becomes unglued

by the close proximity of the

living tabernacle of the sacred light!

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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