| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/12/2008 7:07:49 AM | "I'ld rather play tag with her mother"
cryed he..."Why...I've never bother'd
with ONE other, I merely see my tea
from my druther side ... life's
much simpler and fitting ... this way
I've come to see"....
" this nonsense you nag on about
has to stop" he declared... " and
stop going on about nothing...once
and for all and be done with it"!
I heard him stall
as he put his hand to his chin
as one does when the wheels turn corners
and his eyes marvelled in the draw of far away
yesterdays and suddenlys. Those days before
he hitched his wagon I presume...
I waited for him to continue, to come back
and he did. Retorting, to himself
supplying his own
alibi was my guess... his words were thus
"I sleep by the fire, and the wagon
trail has moved, there is no rest for the wicked".
Then finally he uttered..."there is no rest for the wick"
and out he expired, like a ghost candlestick .
I still remember his ire...and his fire.
Too bad he had it for the mother
in-law.
I believe that is where he went
with his Wick....to be the best
out-law...
LOL LOL 
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Posted: 4/12/2008 12:11:25 PM | I believe that is where he went
with his Wick....to be the best
out-law... in known history
we're certain his wherabouts are out West
can't be too careful for he causes great mystery.
we almost caught up with him 2 Fridays ago
but alas he escaped again by joinin a traveling show
to our dismay, their season had just ended
back to our drawing boards he must be apprehended | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/12/2008 12:33:33 PM | He must be apprehended
Well here is the rest
Of the story
To be the best out-law...
Strapped on my gun
Was ready for show down
time at High noon
At the O K Corral
We stood eye to eye
Check to check
at High Noon
Prairie dogs and
Our shadows ran behind us
hid behind the saloon
At High Noon
Twas one minute past
the blazing sun on
still cowboy boots
at High Noon
Steely glint in his eye
"I wanna know why?"
the Question rang out
at HIgh Noon
Remember we were in Dallas
We played Poker at the Palace
Had a bath. Scrubbed off some callous
Wanted to spend time with Ms. Alice
You had to rob the bank just then
Totally Infuriated Sheriff Ben
Who rounded up fifty good men
We had to start running all over again
Now give me my half of the money | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/12/2008 1:49:09 PM | You had to rob the bank just then
Totally Infuriated Sheriff Ben
Who rounded up fifty good men
We had to start running all over again
Now give me my half of the money.
wait a dam moment I'm proposein to Miss Honey!
Where the hells the dough we conned outta the Palace?
damnations Eye, don't tell me, you gave it to Miss Alice!
next town we wander into, playing our game of 'High Noon'
you dam near shot me, if wernt for a pesky fly, not a moment too soon
hell with Sherriff Ben and his local band of fifty.
Miss Honeys our new banker she'll teach us to be thrifty
he shoulda taught his daughter, my new wife not to be so trustin
I move thru life as it rolls out before me, | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/12/2008 3:32:23 PM | he shoulda taught his daughter, my new wife not to be so trustin
I move thru life as it rolls out before me, laughin an a lustin
i like things that move, kinda shiney or new
like my lady in the morning covered in her on dew.
not sure how to tell her, that I gotta send her back
I hang with a bunch a ramblers, lacking in social tack.
hell, maybe its the call of the wild shouting my name
but my feet gets itchy, got ta move on, can never play the same
been chased by the best
moving across the northwest | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/12/2008 6:50:53 PM | and bogland
chorussed
spring
symphonies
gathered frogs
warmth expressesd
sunshine watered
sproutng
forth
green.
Exhuberant
song painting
coloured of spring
red winged
muskrats
frogs
life.
Spring
Forth adventure
Beckoned spirit renew
Pleasures awakened of old
Renewed uncontrolled of depth spring | |
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Posted: 4/12/2008 9:05:30 PM | renewed uncontrolled of depth spring
the connected with
in harmony with
mother nature's blessing
the renaissance of our season
the renaissance of our life | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/12/2008 10:07:44 PM | the renaissance of our life
born before we are
hoarded within developing cells
waiting for its season
through innocence
adolescence adulthood
commitments imperatives
disappointments achievements
until one day
a tender green shoot | |
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Posted: 4/12/2008 10:07:55 PM | a tender green shoot
the renaissance of our life
all life considered
fragile fleeting
springtime
summers
fall into
winter
pleasures
by woodstove
warmth unequalled
springtime bird song
heralded to begin growth
sweetest moisture embrace | |
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Posted: 4/13/2008 9:05:33 PM | growth
sweetest moisture embrace
lace
like dew caught up in blue
drops
drip down window pane
stop
look around
through
the window
see
what's found
inside
then carry on to the edge of the sill...
and pool
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/13/2008 9:21:45 PM | still listening
the splash of tears
soaking his pillow
incredible clarity
in a breath,
strong emotion
hearts touching once again.
seeing that the path home isn't always lined with a white picket fence,
moreso rusted barbed wire fence that can tear a soul apart with
few words
the quiet gasp of a heart breaking as everything once held close was that.
close
the door closing
a child gone
as i kick the window open to start anew | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/13/2008 9:32:31 PM | as i kick the window open to start anew
and all the stillness of the sill
leaps over the heather
"like strawberry wine"
(neil said it not me)
--where was i?
oh yah, kickin to be free
and the jubilee
with frogs dancing around the mulberry bush
every body's doin it
doin it
why not me?
kick that door down and let me be
free as the butterflies that burst upon the beebalm in the middle of a reverie
I just love to do the dance and tango and twirly birdie thing
so come along and wiggle around the garden, swing along with me
then
sing a song to me
later we'll catch the train to 'chatters java club'
and make a mockery, like everyone is doing
i don't ever wanna be
left upon the window lookin in at me
head on pillow sobbing
while i'm thinkin the stinky LOL LOL
sweet reality
is where I want to be,
so help me kick the darn door
open
forget the window
my sherry (sp)
and let's let the barn cat out
she has had her fill of mice
and want's her glass of stout ...LOL
that's been chillin on the ice
she will surely do more than hiss
and hissy fit about
and it ain't very nice
no
no don't ever think to cage a barn cat
cuz she'll turn on you and claw
and scream
and climb
and glare
I have one under the back porch
and she finds herself
perfectly at home there
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Posted: 4/13/2008 10:08:30 PM | perfectly at home there
by the window sill
sipping care
still
paws cleanse
self absorbed
without pretense
sippin's of still
cat like purr
perch ready still
kick out window sure
left empty sill
window crash
empty sash
reigned upon
rained now in | |
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Posted: 4/13/2008 10:13:28 PM | {cont from 1931: and add on CZ's}
i like things that move, kinda shiney or brand new
like my lady in the morning covered in her own misty dew.
not sure how to tell her, that I gotta send her back
I hang with a bunch a ramblers, lacking in social tack.
and she finds herself perfectly at home there
as i watch her gently combing her long silky hair.
Honey caught me in her mirror staring; not knowing what to do
never had these kind of feelings kinda shiney and brand new
as i watch the way she moves from the chair to the bed
as my heart plays an unfamiliar beat, swear it thunders in my head
my wife so dam beautiful i think this must be heaven
what was i thinkin; best cancel her coach home tonite at seven.
my wife so dam beautiful i think this must be heaven
{sorry, getting lost here folks} | |
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Posted: 4/13/2008 10:21:19 PM | my wife so dam beautiful i think this must be heaven
cat scratchin and claws rakin
hair teasin
or raisin
now raisin hair
that is a real challenge
a brand new kind o thrill
no frill intended
just juiceless
sunbleached and chewed up
hair balls LOL LOL
my kind of hair...LOL
I am gettin silliiieeieiei y again...
quit it  | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/13/2008 10:28:55 PM | ^^
from 1891 I need you here with methulusah I'm no shnoozuh give me some good ole rock n roll want to dance? 
listen, if this is a private club, just say so!! i won't come back
methusalah | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/13/2008 10:36:11 PM | quit it
methusalah
this ain;t no private club
just a hub
o rub dub dub
in the tub
so take it easy with the lather
cuz it tickles me
fancy rather
and spin me around
I'm getting wound
up | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/14/2008 1:44:32 AM | getting wound up
like a spring in a clock
ticking away time
bells waiting to chime
impatiently waiting
extremely frustrating
rushing around
self-importantly busy
trying to do this
and that and the other
failing to notice
and care for each other
'tis not about what's next
but about now
not about what
but more about how
don't wait for a thing
wishing life away
life is now
and in the sun, make hay | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 5:38:28 AM | and in the sun, make hay
roll around and smile
enjoy the day
reality is now
not tomorrow,yesterday
embrace the life we have
come outside and play | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 7:32:00 AM | come outside and play
maybe you'll find the way
to stay inside some simple parameters
stop remeasuring all the diameters
just get some wheels and spin them a bit
slide in the sand but watch for cat shit
eat off a tree so fresh and alive
listen for wasps
stay away from the hive | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 7:43:24 AM | stay away from the hive
it ain't honey in there
jigger and jive
cuss and swear
all you want, you know it's true
I see you sniffing, and I sure know you
she's true shit disturber and knows a good mark
she know's her power's aligned with the dark
You'll be nothing but putty molded and formed
I'm telling you now, can't say you weren't warned
she'll take you to the cleaners, she's done it before
lives off x-husbands, ya she know's the score
allegations she leaves with a strong bitter taste
abusing the courts till your life is a waste
You won't know what happened to you
Your life lies in ruins, by the time she is through | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 10:43:47 AM | Your life lies in ruins, by the time she is through
She left and took all my rights,
Now all I got left is a pile of lefts.
She didn’t leave me one single pair of good shoes
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/14/2008 11:42:41 AM | She didn’t leave me one single pair of good shoes
"Can I ask a favour?" Batting those blues
"We have the same size, so it must be 'meant to be",
That you will lend a pair of your shoes to me!"
I hummed and I hawed and tried to find a way
to tell her, No, but guilt began to sway..
It was her first date, in such a long time
and I knew she wanted to look good, to look mighty fine
so I gave her the key, cause I would be away
so she could find the right pair for her big day
Guess my surprize when I came home to see
my shoe closet cleaned out, except one pair of berkie
Well I should have known, I know she's a pest
and she's truly a blond, even at her best.
(truly no offense, I have blond daughters, and they ARE, well, blond.) | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 12:33:40 PM | Well I should have known, I know she's a pest
and she's truly a blond, even at her best.
now that her shoe closet is completely cleaned out
only one thing to do before i hear her shout
best get my but in gear, travel to the store
try to replace all that she wore | |
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