Adrift

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Cloud Shadow 25

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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

http://deepdesertbluesv.yolasite.com

by Rawclyde

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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…

~

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…

~

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…

~

(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 ~

~

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 ~

~

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 ~

~

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…

~

(Copyright Clyde Collins 2011)

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