'round these parts

[saw]

'round these parts folks say
the devil is beating his wife
when rain falls through the sunshine
but I doubt any female would be so stupid

to hook up with a jerk like satan,
so my mind turns to science for a second
spins like a roulette wheel in a cerebral casino
clickety clack, clickety clack, all on black

the mathematics of random occurrence
collides with the science of luck, a swirling
maelstrom of humor and humility
tossed in a bowl of theory and quantum leaps

fact is, I don't want to know why it rains
sometimes, when the sun is out, I just
want to smile viscerally from ear to ear...
maybe that's how all these axioms and adages

came to life...some old-timer in a mountain cabin
was sitting on his front porch chewing tobacki
and the scenery, and needed a simple explanation,
so he spat a nasty black wad of chew into the dirt

and proclaimed, the devil is beating his wife
then went back to pickin' his banjo and howlin'
like an old mountain lion all proud of himself...
turnin' some hillbilly logic into some shit kickin' song lyrics

truth is, no one can really prove him wrong.

[saw]

too weak to write yet, so I edited this poem to feel like I was back....give me time....I'll be there....pathology report will be July 1st....to see if they got all the cancer....howzabout some crossed fingers here my peeps....

[WIREMAN]

....good to see u back...I have them fingers crossed Steve.

[Doreen Peri]

A perfect poem! ... yeah... read it aloud

[the mingo]

fingers crossed
legs crossed
arms crossed
eyes crossed -

[sasha]

crossing myself

[saw]

mark, doreen, mingo, sasha....Thank you !....there is real power in the collective consciousness....

[judih]

hitching a ride on the group wave!

[mnaz]

Me too. Ride the wave. Kick its ass, Steve!

[saw]

thanx so much judih and mnaz....I'm set for battle....thinking good thoughts....

[leafsailors ghost]

Just got back from mars. wow, my mind is crossed for you, Ill play my music for you ,and dance with the moon and ask her to kiss you and all the sky to hold your healing close . Enjoyed the poem I have always wonderd who was the first to say somthing like that and we never know , ah but we do know who Killroy was. Sorry to be away so long, tearing down the house . will send my spare angels sir !!

[saw]

leaf...