Mile Marker Zion
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I use it too. It's the shades of meaning of any particular word that I look for & I like to trace a word to find what can be known of its origins. Most words contain deep maps. A living language is pure only in its ability to breathe & believe & grow.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
like alien birds
on an alien planet
the sky is very white
if you build a road
you can walk in your owls
to where the night lights
feed on the sun
& nobody can claim your dreams
so listen to your art
it may sound surreal
but it's all just a matter of
how you see
***
ps. my sister had this pair of slippers that looked like bears lying on their backs. you literally stepped into their soft enveloping tummies. so when you say "i put on my owls," what i see is big furry owl slippers.
on an alien planet
the sky is very white
if you build a road
you can walk in your owls
to where the night lights
feed on the sun
& nobody can claim your dreams
so listen to your art
it may sound surreal
but it's all just a matter of
how you see
***
ps. my sister had this pair of slippers that looked like bears lying on their backs. you literally stepped into their soft enveloping tummies. so when you say "i put on my owls," what i see is big furry owl slippers.
I just woke up. I can't take over the cities any more. I've gone from being funny to ragged asphalt. I'm not sure raggedy pavement is the way to go. The owls came to me from the hands of a woman. It was unexpected but then suddenly there they were flying or sitting in trees. It was that fire triangle thing that if you take away one of the legs of the triangle the fire goes out. So I accepted the owls and began to wear them everywhere. But they weren't slippers. They are a house jacket or robe. The owls are really comfortable. None of them wear slippers or vote or have a country to defend. I'd wear them everywhere but people look at you.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
There was an old man who had an antique dog that he blew up like a balloon & he called the antique dog balloon "Africa". Then he popped
the antique dog balloon with a pin & he called that sound "America".
Then he quit the antique dog business & went looking for Geronimo's reputedly missing skull. He went to the Skull & Bones club where he was told to get lost. He went to Central America where he met Juan Valdez. Juan told me that the old man died while chowing down on Guatemalan boogie bread & dancing with all the native coffee bean pickers. Juan Valdez told me this himself & Juan's burro said that Juan Valdez never lies.
the antique dog balloon with a pin & he called that sound "America".
Then he quit the antique dog business & went looking for Geronimo's reputedly missing skull. He went to the Skull & Bones club where he was told to get lost. He went to Central America where he met Juan Valdez. Juan told me that the old man died while chowing down on Guatemalan boogie bread & dancing with all the native coffee bean pickers. Juan Valdez told me this himself & Juan's burro said that Juan Valdez never lies.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Sometimes just goin' thru the motions. No spark. No fire. No light. Just came from a slaughter on the chessboard. They left me cut up just like a health care proposal at the August recess. Hell I never even got out of the starting gate when this kid starts attacking and never stopped all the way to checkmate. His, not mine. Had a coyote walk right in front of the Jeep tonight on my way home from work then he stopped dead right there. Stopped my progress too so I stuck my head out the window and tried to start a conversation. It was just him and me & an August moon. He never returned my salutations. Never said a word then he moved on. Musta figured I weren't worth it. I flipped him the bird as we parted ways and muttered to myself "Thanks pal. You know sometimes a guy could use some companionship and there you go off into the trees as if it don't matter. Well, I hope ya live long enough for your dick to droop." Then I drove off toward the lodge feeling lucky that I had a lodge to drive off to.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
The Death Cowboy
The sadness of our whiskey is our walking hero
depressed, disillusioned,
fucked pretty in the moonlight
and famous.
We are all talking clerks, wasted & guilty.
Making a show of fearlessness we have
brought our toothbrush but we are
wrong about pretending for importance.
It's our crazy toughness that scares us and
our splendid vulnerability that will
see us through to the finish.
Hell, we could all wear dresses
& spinning propeller beanie hats
for all that it would matter.
The sadness of our whiskey is our walking hero
depressed, disillusioned,
fucked pretty in the moonlight
and famous.
We are all talking clerks, wasted & guilty.
Making a show of fearlessness we have
brought our toothbrush but we are
wrong about pretending for importance.
It's our crazy toughness that scares us and
our splendid vulnerability that will
see us through to the finish.
Hell, we could all wear dresses
& spinning propeller beanie hats
for all that it would matter.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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