prairie dog blues

by elvis bojangles

~

back in the desert

that won’t go away

that desert o’ mind

forever to stay

~

platonic man dwells

a dream full o’ love

in a comfy bag on the ground

clouds n’ stars up above

~

he dwells upright

beside a friend

they’re tilling her grounds

a dream with no end

~

something stirs him

platonic man awakes

what’s that noise

it cannot be snakes

~

eyes open wide

the ground shakes

a geyser of dirt shoots up

gravel clods flakes

~

A little head pops up

outta the ground

it’s the shape-shifter prairie dog

in the dark comin’ around

~

she says, “have you any

toilet paper, butler?”

the tricks of the night will never

get more subtler

~

text copyright clyde collins 2017

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