Claudio Coello (1642-1693)
Trek Five
Cloud Shadow 25
I've been lost in
these canyons
now
for a century or two ~
Just floating a-
round with
not
much to do ~
I've read all
my books
about one hundred
times each ~
My spelling has improved
but I'm
a numbskull now
when it comes to speech ~
My haunted old boat
has become
brittle
as over-cooked toast ~
About forty feet a-
bove the ground
it can
barely still coast ~
It has bumped into
the walls of
these canyons a-
bout ten million times ~
Once more and it will
become nothing but
scattered
butterfly rhymes ~
I have not grown wise
over the ages
just
plain numb ~
If you were to ask me
my name
I would
just sit and look dumb ~
These scrappy
desperado
canyons of nothing
but rocks and sand ~
Have turned me into
the desert-bleached
bones of a
silent time-weary man ~
A living
fossil
am
I ~
Adrift
be-
neath
Deep Desert sky...
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Fine-oh-ly
I up n' see
a little bitty cloud a-
bove a distant canyon rim ~
In another canyon cracked
n' splintered
with silence and
tiiiiiiime a-brim ~
The little bitty cloud
is
an answer
to my prayers ~
Ages and
ages
of
skeleton prayers...
Cloud Shadow 27
Remember
the
Local
Saloon!
"You are
a
craven
buffoon!"
Snapped
Adolf
the
fool ~
To Davy who
under his coonskin cap
was so
calm & cool ~
Meantime, it was
my turn to
challenge
the latest winner at pool ~
As the two ghosts
unfurled their toasts
across
the top of that stool ~
The strange
spinning
stool
of Forevermore ~
That 'tween them
was tacked
so secure-
ly to the floor ~
Smiling amiably
Davy replied to A-
dolf, "And you're
a lunatic loon!"
So long ago
as they sat at the
empty bar
in the Local Saloon...
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The little bitty cloud
above
'de distant
canyon rim ~
The witto bitty cloud
above
these Bad Lands
so stark n' grim ~
The little bitty
oh sooooooo pretty
cloud at
the bottom of the sky ~
This little bitty pretty
thing casts
a colorful butterfly
into muh eye ~
I mean where
my eye
used
to be ~
This brazen butterfly
a
flutter
naturally ~
En-
ters
my
skull ~
Eats away the cob-
webs
that have
made me so dull ~
And flies out my
other eye
or
where it used to be ~
And disappears into
Deep Desert
sky
aflutter naturally...
Cloud Shadow 29
Can you handle
Love with
a
capital L?
When all goes
wrong
can You
keep it well?
How 'bout if yer
Beautiful One
up n' do run
off with a Black Man ~
When you find her
two years later
will yuh
still hold her hand?
Will yuh lick her
quivering
clitoris
of tremoring Hope ~
Tenderly lick it yet
eventually become a
jealous
blithering dope?
Well
well
bro-
therrrrrrr ~
Welcome to the
Club
Of
Thee Other ~
Ones
Who
Missed
The Train ~
Those who were
left
a-
walkin' in the rain...
Cloud Shadow 30
How's yer e-
ternal search for
Peace
a-goin'?
Have yuh found a home
on the bank of
the river
tranquilly a-flowin'?
Are you listening
right now
to
the birds a-singin'?
Can you hear the
Great Spirit all
around
a-wingin'?
Well
well
well
brobo ~
(That's
a
com-
bo ~
Of
"hobo"
and
"brother") ~
Welcome to the
Club
Of
Thee Other ~
Ones
Engulfed
In
Noise ~
The world is
full of
poor
peaceless boys...
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The Poor Peaceless Boy
with his faint goddess
stands on a mysterious mountain of Aztec mythology...