Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Old Stove in a Nacogdochian House

The wind was cold the night the man ran in through the door of the old Nacogdochian house. The temperature outside made his bones chill. Just a watery, thick, cold mess. The old stove still sat to one side of the room. He had a cigarette lighter in his pocket. Outside the door was a few splinters left over. Turning the handle on the stove, he looked inside. Putting in the pine, two pieces in the center laid out in an x, he then laid one log on the right and left of the pine. On top he put the larger of the sticks of wood. He looked around the stove one last time before he lit it to make sure nothing would catch fire. Everything he lit lasted to its last breath. Sitting on the old cold wood floor in front of it.

Monday, July 16, 2012

The Sunspots and Zachary Taylor

Sunspots like pimples on my skin
They wake me during the night
They pull my emotional strings
They make me feel bad or good
Blasting the Earth with a solar wind
Particles of the sun in my coffee
From here you would never know it
From space it is like rain
A rain of hot particles in your face
Zachary Taylor would know.

Friday, July 6, 2012

The Nacogdochian

The Nacogdochian walks down the streets of Nacogdoches
Looking in all of the wonderful windows
This place has great ceilings
David Crockett walked over here
Jim Bowie over there
Sam Houston in that place.
Rod Stewart stayed at the Fredonia Hotel
The Nacogdochian walks slow
Thinking about every step
Closer to Old Stone Fort.
With an old George Jones poster.

Sunspot Zombie

The letter z is for zinc
The o is for omen
The m is for more of a man
The b is for berries
The i is for ink in squids
The e is for euros

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Zombies and Cornbread

Old cornbread and zombies
Just a sitting out in the field
Waiting for the cows to come by
The cows really scare those zombies
Old cornbread and a glass jug of tea
The only thing here that takes your mind
Off zombies.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Cornmeal Zombie

A zombie could eat your face off
And most of you would not even know it
Your all so in a daze
Walking around with a hamburger in your face
Drinking a flouride ice cola
Rotting your brain stem into a colic mess
Remember that zombie in your window
Yea he just came in the house
And you dont even know where your cornmeal is.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Zombie Mister

Zombie man in a zombie car
What is that you say
I said zombie mister
A zombie
Here there, over on the creek
Watch out for his cold zombie hands
What a zombie of a thing he is.
What is that you say mister.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Across the Creek

Are you from aross the creek?
Everyone of you are.
Aint none of ya from this side of the creek
The creek is full of water and flowing
The corn and cotton is a growing
The watermelons are rolling on
Cornbread is a cooking
And the dogs are a barking.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Old Gravy

Old gravy rots in the yard
It has been left out for weeks
The animals love it
I keep it there to throw on zombies
They hate old homemade gravy
Old gravy the smell is like David Crockett house
Zombies meet their maker
When they mess with old gravy
The spirit of Crockett lives there.

Side of the Barn

Near the open fires
Near old cloth on the line
An old cannon from the revolution
Zombies down the road
Crazy sounds from the creek people
Venus knocks out my sunlight
His hear hears old drum fish
Barrels need fixing, you know.

Friday, May 18, 2012

Mountain Bear and Jelly

Mountain Bear lived on a mountain
And Jellybean was his only friend
And they lived in harmony with the mountain
Then one day they saw zombies falling out of drones
The zombie drones are like crazy.

Thursday, May 17, 2012


Austin Texas
Where Californians complain
All of the time
Especially about the music
Because it is to loud
Damn you Californians
And your milk confiscating asses.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012


The old washpot
It sits all alone
Reminds me of a time before washing machines
It waits to be heated
To have a fire under it
To have something to stir inside of it
Making lye soap or cooking chili
It is in these memories
That old washpot lives on.

Friday, May 11, 2012

The Nacogdoches International Potato Dancers

The Nacogdoches International Potato Dancers.
Dancers the way they should be
Laughing and jiggling
Eating blueberry pie
And also throwing it on people
Some say Pie
I say By.

Pressure Cooker Blur

The pressure cooker screams
The television blares
The dog is barking
Cars move without knowing
Clouds head south on the cottonbelt
The flowers never stop blooming
For a pressure cooker with love.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Steam Cooker

A piece of steam
I mean
Beans and corn
I mean
Steamed zombie with potatoes
Dan Quail
Steam its all in the steam
A piece of steam goes a long way
Thomas Jefferson loved steam
He called it Stemotica.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

L.A. Man here now.

The white haired man
With a wild guitar side
He clangs and sangs
He needs a tequila
Black jacket and shades
Hes like a James Dean
Give me a cigarette
Im near a tree house
And that ladder keeps a going
A Mick Jaggar man.

Monday, April 16, 2012

The Yard of Stones

Here the stones lie
One over here one over there
There is another one
Of love they remember
Of war and peace
Of the beauty and the other
Or of the unknown
That one over there is her
That is very simple
Water stands there
It remembers not its place to go.

Near a Fire or Flame

The fire burns light years away
On the distant planet known
There is the one fire
The fire that burns for all of its people
Together they live
Without the problems
Music lives within their hearts
They never leave their muse
It is sung over and over
Beautiful to a full bloom that never fades.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

A Flat Navy

Flat navy leaves Galveston
They head toward Mobile Bay
Slowly bringing grey zombies along
They float in a water of oily soup
Known as the Gulf of Zombie
The zombships leave their port
What shall become of the graduate
What shall become of broken bottles
Left to float their soul on the waters
Flat navy was the color of their ribbons.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Hole in the Yard

There is a hole in the yard
It is not hard to see
It lingers in its own space
Pulling you in with its force
Until you have a slow fall
On your face.
Its tragic.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

The Night of Trees

Wild hog devils in the woods
Being chased by Bigfoots
The Bigfoots hit their sticks
In the night on falling trees
Like a slow rain falling
The numbers are many
Humans they avoid
Wild hogs run from them.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Bigfoot and the Kerosene Lamps

The old house full of zombies
Bigfoots outside looking in
The elfs are in the trees
The fairies are in the air
There are dung beetles on the ground
The natives send a signal
Return to the camp
Bigfoot will handle the kettle
The sun is going down
Soon wolfs will sound their call
Load the cannon
Light the kerosene lamps.

Lamer Smith Bigfoot

Are you a Lamer Smith
He is one, a Lamer Smith that is
He sits in his chair and looks at eggs
Eggs that look like round planets
Planets that begin to grow bigfoots
The bigfoots of the egg planet
Known as Lamer Smith Bigdon.
He also loves to eat Bacon
Interplanetary bacon that is free from gamma rays
Some of the bigfoots have
Had doses of the gamma ray bacon
They have become the Lamer Smith

Night of Symphony Strangers

The flowers of a night faded symphony of strangers
As they leave the half filled torium
Of singers and thieves and the lye and cheats
The clouds move fast as a storm approaches
Unknown its force and will
Its decision to pass or take
Its winds will destroy or break
The storm house is well on its way
With the old onions and potatoes
Sit with the scorpions and spiders
They wonder why your there
Its the same night as before to them.

Albino Bigfoot of Ohio

The man of Ohio said he was watching
The albino bigfoot of Portsmith
While the young and poor smoke
He watches them in seclusion
From their own backyard.
He watches out his windows in the eve
And wanders if he will return
The albino bigfoot of Portsmith.
His sound is like that of a dying wolf
His sound is that of a dying wolf.
The sound of a dying wolf.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Genuine Coffee

The woods were silent
The heartaches were gone
The trees whispered a tune
Not a pretty song
The day was not forgotten
The land was not so dry
The day Sidney Johnston
Made his zombie gun flash
The flowers of Rosell.
Fifty two cups of genuine coffee.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Monuments of Mysterious Ships

Day of light out of night
Stars fall slowly toward you
The creek runs determined to the sea
Cutting through the Earth
The mountain looks over you
Flowers there bloom at night
Unfounded inside the monument
There within it lies ships.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Night of Hidden Noises

Night of lowing noises
Night of hidden moon
Night of running horses
Night of stillness unto the depths
Where is thy grail
Is that thy hand towards the woods
Noises there never cease
Noises there never cease.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Night Strangness

Night of clouds capture light
From the window the moon
A shadow from a reflected sun
The heat not to worry
The light of Jupiter shines in your retina
This changes the night as you would know it
The sounds of strange things
Can you hook up your phones
Point it there, toward that planet
There is someone living there.

Friday, January 20, 2012

In The Woods

In the woods
Zombies in the trees
Wild hogs eat the zombies
Hoss and Little Joe run
The zombies are on their trail
The six gun is empty
Hop-Sing jumps out with a Bowie knife
You damn zombies leave the Ponderosa alone.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Bonanza Style

Hoss and Little Joe
Preaching women yell
Wild gang of men
Strange town is it not
The saloon has a weird smell
The bartender is shook
There is a wild cat on the loose
A runaway wagon
A massive train
And a crazy well digger.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Hoss and Hamburgers

Oh Hamburger
My heart cries for you
Oh Hamburger
One onion, mustard and bacon
A little slice of cheese sometime
How did Hoss eat without
Hamburgers on the menu.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Analysis of Hoss Eating

Hoss eats,
Throwing food in his mouth with a fork,
Food like mashed potatoes and gravy
He eats like a hungry dog
Hop-Sing is upset at the amount he eats.
It is amazing
The kitchen is running out of food.
Little Joe laughs.

Hoss Loses Hat

Hoss has lost his hat
Thirty gallons worth
It is wandering alone in the sand dunes
We have named it Bucket Hell
Ole Bucket Hell was made of beavers
It was a historic event
The casting of that hat
The liberty bells were rang.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Hop-Sing is a Madman

Hop-Sing is a mad cook
He just threw an egg at Hoss face
Little Joe is out with that gypsy woman again
He was shot yesterday five times
What the hell!
They done worked up a hate in Virginia City
Call for Judge Parker
Tell him to call the Doc
Let the Doc know he needs to send a telegraph
Out to Fort Stockton.

Virginia City

The Italians are out at the Ponderosa
Little Joe is staying with the gypsy woman
When is Ben Cartwright coming back
Call in Candy
Tell him I need a stemboat
We will drive it around Lake Tahoe
Look we could see an Elvis Presley show
Hoss get off your fat horse.