identifying with the enemy

~

by Davy Crockett Reincarnated
 
(September 2004)
 
Sand in the wind
blood on the ground
mechanical buzzards
   circling around ~
 
I stick my thumb out
for a ride
a ragged old feller
   homeless bound ~
 
Her face appears
in the sky up above
she says with a groan
   “don’t talk about love” ~
 
The vision comes
the vision goes
a shot & splattered
   holy white dove ~
 
I’m covered with dirt
my throat is dry
I gotta leave again
   or I’m gonna die ~
 
Multiple excuses
spin in my head
yet there is
   no reason why ~
 
The sun up above
smokin’ his nose
is always there
   wherever I goes ~
 
The tip of the nose
of the flaming sun
drops an ash
   & forever glows ~
 
Tom Dooley the crow
squawkin’ at my side
squawks “hello”
   but there’s still no ride ~
 
Bullets start to fly
babies start to cry
poor folks run around
   lookin’ for a place to hide ~
 
Stumblin’
fallin’
moanin’
   crawlin’ ~
 
Buildings crashing down
on top ‘o their heads
a tank in the street
   sputterin’ & stallin’ ~
 
I become a layered cake
of grease & grime
just standing here
   without one dime ~
 
Thumb wavin’ above
the tossed & turned
wishin’ hopin’ someone
   will stop just one time ~
 
But they have no pity
they all drive by
a wet sticky tear
   squeezes outta my eye ~
 
Tom Dooley, we gotta
get out of this place
but it looks like we’re gonna
   just stand here & die ~
 
The world’s so hot
folks broken & lame
one by one
   turn into flame ~
 
Her face appears again
from deep down
outta her throat
   churns up my name ~
 
The tears won’t stop
they’re all over my face
my thumb’s stuck out
   but it seems out of place ~
 
Someone pulls over
ahhhhhhh
this picks up
   the pace ~
 
The man at the wheel
is wrapped real tight
around & around
   with dynamite ~
 
I hop in
the coupe takes off
he turns to me &
 says, “gotta light?”
 
It’s an Islamic moment
suspended in time
it’s suddenly quiet
   there’s no more rhyme ~
 
The bell in the tower
inside of my soul
swings to n’ fro
   a mysterious chime ~
 
The crow, Dooley, my friend
has flown far away
the moment ticks like a clock
   with nothin’ to say ~
 
The desert landscape
floats by like a dream
with nothin’ to do
   but lollygag all day ~
 
I dig in my pocket
pull out my bic
get the flame going
   with one little flick ~
 
The vision in the sky
of her memorable beauty
is now some how
   a silly dumb chick ~
 
As the suicide bomber
holds up the fuse
its a proposition
   I cannot refuse ~
 
Almighty God winkith
as we settle back
for one last
   bumpy cruise ~
 
Heaven opens up her
transparent arms
bumps us with love &
   other immaculate charms ~
 
A crispy flash
explodes all around
kills quite a few & sends us
  to distant angelic farms ~
 
Ohhhhhhh the sun up above
he knows
as he smokes his
   eternal cigar nose ~
 
Strums his banjo
combs his flames
& the crow so free do fly
   wherever the river flows…
 
~
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text copyright clyde collins 2004 2017
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The Davy Crockett Reincarnated Almanac

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art above:

Burning Furnace of Charity

art below:

Tabernacle of The Most High

~

entering barda

~

sofia is brilliant she never fades

by those who love her she is readily

found

she anticipates those who desire her

by making herself known first

whoever gets up early to seek her

will have no trouble

but will find her sitting at the door

~

~

meditating on her is understanding

in its perfect form

and anyone keeping awake for her

will soon be free from care

for she herself searches everywhere

for those who are worthy of

her

benevolently appearing to them on

their ways

anticipating their every thought

for wisdom begins with the sincere

desire for instruction

care for instruction means loving

sofia

~

~

text by king solomon & elvis bojangles

art by kaleya at deviantart

& the strange design is by an anonymous artist

~

gideon spilett

~

i met this feller in a 554-page piece of pulp fiction

that took one week to read in the 6th grade

i did not find the monsters for which i was looking but

i got to know newspaper reporter gideon spilett

~

~

spilett is probably most responsible for

my becoming a reporter in the u.s. army

on a bimonthly newspaper 

at tripler army medical center in hawaii

once upon a time

~

~

spilett & i were hard working reporters for the military

he was a  bonafide civil-war correspondent &

i considered myself a sunshine soldier

supporting support during peace time 1980-1984

in hawaii

~

~

earlier i draft-dodged the vietnam war

i lied my way into the army & did it well

so they didn’t mind

I earned an honorable discharge & some medals

& got out

~

~

& that’s one way

mysterious island by jules verne

partnered with reality

in the life of the wayward butler

~

~

elvis bojangles

~

end of the road

by elvis bojangles

~

i developed a stigmata

in big town on the other coast &

rode away ’til

it turned into a potato

rubbing up to my jewels

~

this hernia reflects nothing less

in the sacred mirror

than the happy face of her

belly button that flashed 

before my blessed eyes in the

city of sisterly love

~

~

the only thing that could ever

slow this hobo down has done it

with the blessings of

sofia and jehovah above

~

i am ready now

to catch the ball and streak

across the veil

~

~

& i will do it

joyfully lovin’

her

every inch of the trail

so help me god

!

(text copyright clyde collins 2017)

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