across the swamp of time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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by Rawclyde!

1980

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Part One

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I’m smokin’
jus’ jokin’
about the space before
the 1st cave man’s yawn.

I’m walkin’
jus’ stalkin’
the “time” before
the 1st early dawn.

I’m jus’ trippin’
now I’m slippin’
off the ski jump
of a dinosaur’s nose.

Now I’m fallin’
without stallin’
into the earliest space
where nothin’ comes or goes.

Time don’t flow
rhyme is slow
nobody’s here to receive
a “hello” nod.

I’m so alone
just a floatin’ stone
but I can feel
the shadow of God.

And here’s eternity
n’ here’s infinity
n’ here I am floatin’ in
the middle of their far out kiss.

But I’m not elated
nothin’s been created
just floatin’ in peace
with nothin’ to miss.

Yeeeap, nothin’ to miss
drifting in this kiss
the fricken’ Garden Of Eden
hasn’t even been made.

No planet in sight
there ain’t no light
no promises yet
promising sun or shade.

Just a sleeping God n’ me
oh so mellow n’ free
oh yes, and one more thing causes
this space to fit like a glove.

I’m still smokin’
but not really jokin’
’cause that one more thing,
my sweet thing, is your love…

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Part Two

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What’s below my feet
war on the concrete
ants fightin’ ants ’til
thousands die in misery?

Strip my soul
tickle my goal
yours truly is somersaulting
into ancient history.

It ain’t no bull
I’m Hannibal
riding on an elephant
I’m the highest general around.

I ride so high
the Alps do cry
n’ Roman soldiers bury
their heads in the ground.

I’m so unruly
’tis recorded truly
a mother’s baby is born
with an elephant’s head.

At Carthage, my home
I laugh all alone
when my war is lost n’
my people weep with dread.

The moon glows
the wind blows
I’m jus’ sittin’ in a room now
surrounded by the Middle Ages.

The noise outside
proves somethin’s died
unable to understand freedom
men forever are rattling their cages.

In the gloomy doom
of the smokey room
I’m a mad mad saint
concentrating on the Holy Truth.

The journey is far
to the inner star
finally I, Saint Augustine, smile
n’ you can see every tooth.

I whip out my pen
n’ do the world in
with prose n’ prose n’ prose
about my love for the Lord.

The book is complete
I creak to my feet
walk out the door n’ duck
the devil’s flashy sword.

An ant in a college
readin’ half-cooked knowledge
pinches a purple dream hello
n’ now I’m Clyde Collins on the road.

I’m jus’ smokin’ a cob
restin’ after a job
parked at a curb in El Paso when
love for those walkin’ by eases my load.

Sweet love without fail
attacks ‘gain in jail
when I plead for one glass of water
n’ a black man brings back three.

But it ain’t nothin’
next to your lovin’
n’ compared to the travel I travel
when lookin’ at the blue eyes of thee…

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Part Three

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The faucet is drippin’
the minutes are slippin’
as we sit here holding
each other’s hand.

Outside in the night
I hear traffic fight
and swear I feel like
the 1st cave man ~

Sittin’ before his fire
his brains climbing higher
’til suddenly he knows
his ancestors are the stars.

So you n’ I grow old
many futures unfold
oops, we’re dead now
buried with all our scars.

The earth is revolvin’
our bodies dissolvin’
time is somersaulting
itself into shreds.

We’re jus’ floatin’
our souls smokin’
pickin’ up debris n’
left-over threads.

We’re grinnin’ too
spinnin’ so true
two giant planets now
in an other realm farrrrrrr out.

We travel together
sharin’ our weather
our winds whisper love n’
storms celebrate with a shout.

Fields of grass grow
suns come n’ go
a blazing comet sweeps by
and oh my it is Jesus.

Stars are smokin’
angels are jokin’
a great cosmic gate unbolts
n’ thru it the comet leads us.

My head bows low
there’s too much glow
been runnin’ ‘cross the swamp of time
now I’m fallin’ outta my chair.

I’m done smokin’
my brain’s broken
heaven is heaven is oh heaven
n’ you sittin’ with me puts me ~ there!

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Text Copyright Clyde Collins 1980, 2010, 2017

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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

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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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happy easter

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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?”

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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”

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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…

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from the out-of-print book

A Love Song To The American Lizard

by Rawclyde!

alias 

Elvis Bojangles

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)

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aye! a wayward wind

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The wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And she was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind

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In a lonely shack by a railroad track
She spent her younger days
And I guess the sound of the outward-bound
Made her a slave to her wand’rin ways

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And the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And she was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind

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Oh I met her there in a border town
She vowed we’d never part
Though she tried her best to settle down
I’m now alone with a broken heart

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And the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And she was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind

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The

next

of

kin

to

the

wayward

wind

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song

Herbert Newman & Stanley R. Lebowsky

art

James Roderick

Clyde Caldwell

& Kaleya

beautiful models anonymous

editor

Elvis Bojangles

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