Crazy Man’s Outfit

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Look at that outfit

little day-pack

bigger back-pack

side by side like a couple of tombstones

there at the head of my rack

which is the top bunk

the bigger pack swankly wearin’ my hat ~ soiled

and crummy of course

with a teen magazine centerfold of Kristen Stewart

hanging on the wall watching over

this poor old homophobic man’s outfit

all under the fucked-up asbestos ceiling of

this poor old mission

oh & there’s a sprinkler head up there too

ready to go off at the slightest sign of fire

everything I need in the world

right here &

with not a penny in my pocket

or a job to which to go

in the morning

   ho ho ho…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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Mice Lost In The Maze

It’s the latest craze

homeless men in a maze

of rumpled bunk beds

the mission dorm is full o’ bobbing heads

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That one goes that way

this one goes this way

One goes one way

so another goes another way

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Laborers & recovering addicts

young computer game fanatics

fat boy heart attacks

& incompacitated rack-backs

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There’s a student or two

one has the flu

a motley crew of missionites

helps keep the mission going days & nights

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That one goes that way

this one goes this way

One goes one way

so another goes another way

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They’ll pray but they won’t vote

dreaming in a plastic dream boat

that won’t float forevermore

   but back on the chapel floor…

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That one goes that way

this one goes this way

it’s the latest craze

   homeless men lost in the maze…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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Miracle

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I coughed up a pack of

Marlboros & I don’t

even smoke

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It was another

miracle at

Crossroads Mission

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I awoke in the

early morning darkness with

snickering sinuses

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Put on my hiking boots without

socks & in my long-johns

headed for the latrine

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Over the trash can

I blew my nose then

started coughing

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Plop ~ there they were

a pack of Marlboro cigarettes

on top of the trash

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One tramp tra-la-la

miracle

right there at the mission

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I blamed it on the

dormitory with no air but

40 slumbering men breathing anyway…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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Almost high noon…

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I tap tramp trail

selfish soiled slothful ~ won’t

even do a labor job

on the horizon something better gets closer

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Yuma ingrown

not too friendly

charitably

feeds me

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Jesus is

the company

I seek

in my unapproachable way

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A cute chubby little blessing

crossing the street

smiles & gives

me the time of day

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And in the ghost town of

my mind

a hammer is heard

hitting a nail

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The Wall Street Occupiers

& The Tea Party

have started rebuilding

Mary’s Saloon

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Where she continues

to

serve

shots of pure grace

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Ahhhhhhh grace

the ability

to do

good deeds

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Down the tracks

a shrill whistle

blows &

a train approaches

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Bringing us the next

President

of

   the United States…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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Pulaski at The Mission

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With a bad knee

Pulaski holed-up

at the mission

as the full-time janitor

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When I came thru with

my bedroll

he advised me where

I should not lay it down outside

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Not because of

hooligans

but

because of cops

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So I stayed

at

the

mission

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Pulaski trained me

to be

the mission’s next full-time janitor

but it never happened

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After he left to

camp on the river

I ended-up a janitor

only on the weekends

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I blog now

on public-library computers

on week days except Monday when

the library is closed

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I remember Pulaski

bringing me coffee in the early morning when

on the chapel floor

I was barely awake

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He

didn’t

have to

do that

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But I’m

sure

glad

 he did.

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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Raft

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I awake homeless

in the shadows of the night

lying on a top bunk in the corner

   of a dormitory full of snoring hacking men…

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A beaurucrat has explained to me that

eight & a half months from now

I can start getting social security

   I’ll be 62 years old & hopefully still free…

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An ancient Egyptian entity

breaks through, informs me

that I’m really lying on a small raft

   floating on the celestial Nile…

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   Heading for the grand horizon of heaven…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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Pulaski & The Bear

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Pulaski pitched his tent in a juniper grove

a bear crackfully approached looking for berries

the bear’s head was all nose & he was a big one

   “go away, bear, go away!” hollered Pulaski…

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The bear stood up ~ taller than the woodsman

who stepped back & hollered again, “go away, bear, go away!”

Pulaski backed behind the tent & backed into the bushes

where he turned around & ran 20,000 leagues in 40 seconds…

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He returned the next day with

a gallon can of red pepper that he threw

all over the ground &

   never saw his fuzzy-eared friend again…

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It was about this time that I met Pulaski

he was taller than most fellers & his strides were long

his hair was tied behind his head

   he waved hello reluctantly as he strode up the highway…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2011)

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Pulaski & The Deep Ravine

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With a pack bigger than himself on his back

he trudged thru the night across the salt flats

the full moon was in command beautifully

   Pulaski blinked & blinked, sleep deprived, & shuffled onward…

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Suddenly a deep ravine yawned before him

aghast he peered into its long dark depths

oh boy, he turned around & crawled into his bag

   slept ’til dawn broke out all over the place…

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After breakfast he looked & looked all around

he strode in circles all over blank terrain

there was no ravine, just flats, distant hills

   and a brain in his head thawed out by the sun…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2011)

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Pulaski & The Great Switcherroo

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Pulaski was hitch-hiking but mostly hiking

walking & walking some more, stalking the end

of another endless highway

in the parched desert of his particular dreams ~

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He found someone doing the same damn thing

more or less but in the opposite direction

they met for some damn reason on the island

between lanes & the other feller fired one up ~

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Oh brother oh brother let me tell you

another tall one not too accurately true

it’s fine & dandy finding ye in the middle of no-where

wind blasting, sun growing long our kinky knotty hair ~

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Two lonesome wanderers of the wasteland

they departed each others company

high & happy, each heading back the way he came

their goals receding behind them in the great switcherroo…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2011)

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Chapel Floor

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I awoke in a strange place

beneath a strange light

surrounded by dozens of strange men

lying on the chapel floor…

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They were scruffy and bewildered

tossed turned & turned again were they

all sleeping like smiling babies with

wings folded, arrows hidden in rumpled blankets…

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I awoke right in the middle of this

pseudo Michael Angelo on the floor

I didn’t mean for this to happen

my life wasn’t supposed to come to this…

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I was supposed to be wandering around in

the ghost town called Love, not

waking up in a Goonsville painting

then someone hit me in the head with a hammer…

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I fell down

   dreaming again…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2011)

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