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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http://spiritdameshrine.yolasite.com

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The Living Legend Of

Jesusita & Padre Gallegos

by Cloyd Campfire

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El padre of 
La Villa de 
Albuquerque  
~
Padre Gallegos 
was he 
 was he  
 ~
Jesusita 
mucha bonita 
widowed & free 
 ~
House-keeper 
of Padre Gallegos 
was she, was she  
~
Together they lived 
in thee adobe 
labyrinthine rectory 
 ~
And together 
they lived happy 
& comfortably 
 ~
Isolated & 
surrounded by 
wild hostility  
 ~
Was the humble 
a-crumble New Mexico 
community 
~
For 
hundreds 
of years  
~
There were 
only 
folk cures 
~
When Jesusita 
took a 
spoonful of one 
~
She become beautiful 
forever like the 
rising & setting sun  
~
She never cried 
she never died 
now she do abide 
~
In the world of 
today ~ el diablo’s 
delectable bride  
~
Padre Gallegos 
like everyone else 
sooner or later died 
~
Padre Gallegos though 
his soul wouldn’t go 
to el grande other side
~
Now 
he’s 
a ghost 
~
Still 
serving 
The Host 
~
But most 
of all 
he haunts the trail  
 ~
Of the eternal beauty 
whom he loves 
   Jesusita his holy grail…

~

staring Richard Burton & Raquel Welch

(text copyright Clyde Collins 2017)

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