out to pasture

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i have embraced

freedom

with grit

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work

travel &

spit

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loving

groveling

dry sand & wit

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the time

has come

for relief & release

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no more road

no more

grease

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freedom has come

now it goes

out to pasture

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its depart

in my heart

no longer a disaster

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love peace & freedom

a trinity

true blue

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highly regarded

by me, now

handed to you

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at the end of

the line

looms the sign

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slavery to

Sofia

only is mine

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the wayward butler

elvis bojangles

alias

rawclyde

!

photos anonymous

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A Road Mood

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forest priestess

a weirdtakoyaki photo story & cloyd campfire memoir

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All kinds of growth poking up out of the rot, here, in this Ponderosa Pine forest at the edge of the little city of Prescott, Arizona.  Lots of trees verily verily tall.  The wind keeps blowing but only touches the tops of the trees ~ and sings its song ~

To me.

What’s so important about me? Nothing. And everything. A remnant of Walt Whitman’s song to democracy.

Lordy Lordy, thank-you for getting me out here ~ out here where I don’t belong. Ask the deer. They’ll tell you I don’t belong here. Ask the ranger. He’ll tell you the same.

I didn’t know what I was doing, but You, oh Lordy Lordy Lord Jehovah, got me out here anyway ~ camoflauged away from the highway, which sings its motorola song down below my own true-blue knob of silent granite outcrop, behind which I have pitched my tent, here on the mountain side that I share with the birds and the deer, the rotting logs, pine needles & pine cones & all these tall tall trees.

Which reminds me of Diana, the forest priestess from Portland, Maine. Thinking about her, the mountain chill no longer bothers me. Suddenly, I like it!

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A soft lump of gooey play-doe in the bottom of my belly is all thats left of the hard brick of jealousy that once long ago reigned in my chest ~ over the flesh & blood woman who is now the idolized priestess who rules deep in the night ~ especially here in the forest when the wind has stopped blowing and the quietude is topless & bottomless. It’s a slice of the pie of the mystical reality of reality that I am now a slave to the etheral priestess ~

Diana!

She, a newly-arrived PFC in the U.S. Army, took me jogging thru the snow-flake-ed woods at Fort Ben Harrison, Indiana, in the frost-bitten January of ’81. I was hung-over. I couldn’t keep up. And my 30-year-old wang-dang froze off.

Diana!

She was 28 years old, long legged, long haired, and long over-due and I don’t mean pregnant. She was way ahead of everybody else & nutty as a fruitcake. T’was I who was her chosen slaughter.

Two years later, up on the Presidio Military Post in Monterey, California, disenchanted with barracks life & unwilling to put up with other women, Sp5 Diana pitched her tent in a woody grove of the military post.  She actually knew how to live in solitude  while in the U.S. Army. When I finally caught up to her, she told me of how a deer with whom she lived in this patch of pine trees would eat out of her hand.

Diana!

cloyd campfire 2010

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photos courtesy of weirdtakoyaki

http://weirdtakoyaki.deviantart.com/art/These-Wilds-of-Mine-262671988

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

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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

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“Love is insanity & I’m insane”

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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”

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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”

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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

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“Chief

love is insanity & I’m insane”

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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

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“Lord

love is insanity & I’m insane!”

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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

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“Love is insanity & this nurse

doesn’t know she’s insane!”

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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

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“Love is insanity & you’re insane!”

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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

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“Love is insanity & I’m insane”

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text from

For The Queen Of My Buffalos

an out-of-print book by Rawclyde!

( copyright Clyde Collins 1980 )

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