freedom

unhorsed & blinded & aground

at the toe

of holy spirit Sophia

!

art by joel lewis

http://joellewisart.com

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love is insanity & i’m insane

by Rawclyde!

1980

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The sun’s going down

I’m feeling high

driving up El Cajon Boulevard

I’m in the best

truck this city’s ever seen

purple, faded, old & chipped

& I got a cigar in my mouth

puffin’ away

the red lights blink

the traffic sings

~

~

Yeah

there’s a little boy

walkin’ on the sidewalk

with a bubble around his head

here comes a little girl

pops the bubble with a pin

& she says to him

~

“Love is insanity & I’m insane”

~

~

Yeah

there between two buildings

crawls an old woman on her knees

with a piece of fish in her hand

she’s chasing a cat

   cackling at the cat

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“Love is insanity & I’m insane”

~

~

Hmm

there’s two girls and a guy

sittin’ on a wall

all three smoking cigarettes

the two girls talk to each other

as the guy silently sits by himself

  blowing smoke rings that signal

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“Love is insanity & I’m insane”

~

~

Well well

an old man in a Cadillac

just stopped to pick up a

hitch-hiking  junior-high-school girl

she won’t get in

the old man pulls a knife

she pulls a gun

a cop rolls by &

they both start to run

on his radio

the cop calls the chief to tell him

~

“Chief

love is insanity & I’m insane”

~

The cop cruises along

finds a girl in a bathrobe

crossing the street

He finds out she’s escaped

from a hospital she thinks

she doesn’t belong at

he tells her “You got to go back”

& she replies

~

“Lord

love is insanity & I’m insane!”

~

~

On El Cajon Boulevard

life rolls on

Some of these people don’t even know

their sanity is gone

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~

Now here comes

a public health nurse

foaming at the mouth &

throwing water balloons at

billboards

she’s

got a whole wheel-barrel

full of water balloons

& a nest full of baby sparrows

in her hair

the

tiny birds chirp madly

~

“Love is insanity & this nurse

doesn’t know she’s insane!”

~

I’ll bet you

this darlin’ goes home

crawls into her lab

puts love on the table

gives it a stab

cuts it to pieces

trying to figure it out

but all she gets is a dead frog

with its guts spread all about

oh I bet

it’s hard on her brain

trying to stay normal & plain

when each piece of gut

whispers to her soul

~

“Love is insanity & you’re insane!”

~

~

Little girls smile

dogs wag their tales

I live in an old slow truck

& my brothers are snails

I’m driving along all alone

on this boulevard of charm

looking for the ride-seeking thumb

on any hitch-hiking arm

I don’t want to get too righteous

but I can’t refrain

~

“Love is insanity & I’m insane”

~

~

text from

For The Queen Of My Buffalos

an out-of-print book by Rawclyde!

( copyright Clyde Collins 1980 )

~

happy easter

~

God this, God that, God everything & damn it too

the end of reality’s trail & everything else that’s true

the last frontier of hard facts and how-do-you-do’s

I stood on a hill in deep desert & all I had was ‘de blues

~

Find yourself a woman, lad, and work for a living too

make sure she’s a good woman who will always stand by you

raise some kids or corn and ply your trade on the avenue

or you’ll end up standing amongst the cacti with nothing else to do

~

I stood there hard and long concentrating on every thorn

but no angel arrived blowing music on a golden horn

all was quiet but a little wind, no birds, just some ants

crawlin’ around aimlessly lookin’ for someone with whom to dance

~

I trudged back to the truck, crunching the desert turf along the way

opened the doors to the book-store in the rear without much to say

figured I’d sell a book or two if a miracle happened to stray

but there was nobody around but me on this fine lonely day

~

Nobody but a million catatonic cacti with not much to offer but a thorn

stretching off into the distance come evening and come morn

I sat in the wind & the blood of my brain ~ t’was a mournful song

and then, and then, suddenly, a rabbit come lopin’ along

~

T’was the biggest I’d ever seen, about the size of a dog

a jack rabbit who fit no-ways in any kind of catologue

he wasn’t at all shy like other rabbits in other scenes

when he stopped & asked me, “Have you got any books on human beings?”

~

Stunned, I replied, “I have books on coyotes and snakes

cacti, deserts, rivers, God and whatever it takes

to get along with anything including killer bees

but, but all I have on human beings are fantasies”

~

The rabbit sadly bowed his head, loped away and disappeared

I said to a fly buzzing around my hat, “that was really weird”

closed up the store, bent low to tie one of my worn-out shoes

climbed behind the wheel, bumped on outta them deep desert blues…

~

from the out-of-print book

A Love Song To The American Lizard

by Rawclyde!

alias 

Elvis Bojangles

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)

~

Madam Beloved’s

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vision on the mountain

~

in the fading daylight

a rickity  tramp

finds a place to lay his bedroll down

city lights shine below & above

the big dipper pours

~

~

it’s good to get away

from the noisy chapel floor

where the other

weary men lay

~

~

his only neighbors

on the jagged hill of slag

are a coyote behind a pile of chunk &

another old tramp

a navajo indian

on the otherside of a little chasm 

~

~

go

ahead

tell him

what to do

~

~

elvis bojangles

~

art courtesy of daniel eskridge

http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/daniel-eskridge.html

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text copyright clyde collins 2017