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...




Cloud Shadow 26


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...




Cloud Shadow 28


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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