Holy Fire Ant Hell

The field I see in the distance
There are fire ants there
Their mounds await for some feet,
To sting until you yell
Holy ant mama hell!
Then you run and fall into water
A pond or creek, maybe
The sting lights up your whole body.
Until you become beacon.
Or bacon.

The Horsemen of Tunage

Wild horsemen race past my house

With yelling 

They turn around and come back again

With yelling

This time I run outside and yell,

It does no good!

They are having gathering down the road

They have small radios attached to their horses

They blast Lightings' Guitar Rag. 

The horsemen of Tunage.

Thunder Of

Thunder in the distance
Sound of rumble wagon
Run away train of the sky
Sound as if the sky was in tear
Window pane shutters
I drop my florescent light
Understanding an ancient
Run to the cave
It shall rain now.

Bigfoots and Zombies

Bigfoot eats bacon
Zombie eats brains
Bigfoot has the walk
Zombie has a drag
Bigfoot blends in to wilderness
Zombie blends in to a black and white movie
Bigfoot stinks
Zombie, I don't know?

Taters to the Family

Digging taters all day
I throw them at zombies in the evening
When moontime arises
Sometimes they love onions
Sometimes they hate onions
It depends on the dirt they left
If they were dug out of sand
They are still cranky but fair
If they were dug out of clay
They are sunspot and full moon crazy
That is when they get a tater in the face.

Zombies, Hamburgers and Wild Onions

Zombies and the hamburgers
Add some fries here and there
Just sitting down on some good ground
Just eating hamburgers and watching zombies
They walk and are going in straight lines
They fall and get up
They walk sideways when pushed
And sometimes they like to eat wild onions

Zombies of the Ancient Cornbread

Lashing out at a mad man
A mad zombie
A central brained man of antique wisdom
Castle of means and ways
They live on the near hill
Tell them they must come out
There are people here
They bring the sweet tea over
And lay it near an ancient date tree
It is only a short time until the pond is ready
Go have a picnic on the creek
Forget about the old cornbread on your mind
Those other poets are long gone
They were only made of cardboard anyway
When it rained, they turned back into wasp spit.

Zombie in the Field of Potatoes

The laying down of the zombie
A quiet and dismal movement
The zombies lie in my garden of potatoes
They seem to love to lie there
Try that they may to listen to the potatoes
The potatoes and the zombies have a bond
A bond that is growing day by day
The corn is jealous of their nature.

Moon and Distance

Moon over night in my head
The old tractor awaits a driver
The plow stands still near the tree
One cow eats
The garden grows all night long
The bugs slumber near a rotten log
The wild dogs yell their name
Distant, one owl leaves a message
Frogs warn of rain near morning. 

Side Barn Zombie

Side view of a thing in the window
A barn zombie passing through
A side walking old sassyquatch
Barn side side ways
A side viewed barn
Or is it just a barn on its side.

The Telephone Man

Forget all the words through your mind
Remember something in this line
For if it was from me sent to you

If this song should come in on a wave
Leave it there it should be saved
The sun, the Earth, the moon the me and the you

Through the night it rode on a wave
If this is life, it should be saved
If I wanted you tonight you shall be mine

The stars never say what they should be
They only give you what you see
And only in the dark you see their light

Lilly's at the door again
Take all the cotton to the gin
And don't forget to call the telephone man.

Zombie Lead Drone

A zombie lead drone just attacked my tree
A zombie lead drone just attacked me
A zombie lead drone flying around my head
Watch out! Zombie lead drone on t.v.
There is one near my car.
It just attacked my cat, dog and cow.
If I had a stick large enough
Id knock it out of the sky.
There aint nothing good about a zombie lead drone. 

Sweetgum Tree Zombies

Sweetgum tree zombies
Roaming through the hills
Sweetgum tree zombies
Looking for cornbread
Sweetgum tree zombies
Searching for a side of a barn
Sweetgum tree zombies
Watching out for bigfooted aliens.
Sweetgum tree zombies
Just looking for a barn raising.
Sweetgum tree zombies.

Cold Dirt Zombie

Cold dirt zombie
Dirt tracked in
By zombies without feeling
It is a black looming, muddy
They smell like old dishwater
Makes you feel cold just looking at them.
They have no fire
They have no lust but brains. 

Zombie Creek

Walking through Roman creeks
The zombies walk here
The Bigfoot watches prints
Corn grows near the temple
Open fields lie open
Call your planet
Tell them we need a train
Zombies derail and cry
The train blows its whistle one last time. 

Zombie of a Tractor Man

Zombie tractor man
Rides back and forth
Through the open field
Looking for something.
Even at night
I see his lights
The moon shines on his plaid shirt
Then he runs into the pond
I watch the tractor lights sink
The noise succumbs to silent meditation
The zombie is gone. 

The Telegraph Yards

Lonely with vines growing
A rusty driving wheel
Empty yards, old trains
Wild animals in the rail cars
The engineer is in the nursing home
Nobody knows how to drive this thing
We need wood for the boiler
While we waited
They tore the depot down
A buzzard circles the station
The water tank is rotten
And the rail is falling in the creek
The mining car is missing
And the coal mills closed down
The telegraph never worked
Its something else.

Potato Cycle

You should be here, cooking
Cutting up potatoes and carrots
Fixing the stew and making coffee, tea, and wine
Setting the table
Making the house look good
Tending the homefire
Getting in the wood
Feeding the dogsand birds
Instead you are doing some art potato cycle. 

Chicago

Chicago
cold, dark, gothic
like a stale bowl of cereal
cold wind
the tops of buildings
no use for
Chicago
people with dark expressions
its like a bad mob movie
black coats
no color
Chicago
a cold dark city of gloom
negative
full of sad heartache
no home for me
winters lair.
Chicago.

Old Mustard Wheels

Old mustard bottles
Cold old red bricks
All rearranged
Old Neh~he and mustard wheels
Guitar sounds out of tune
Dont be dancing in front of me
Someone broke my lawnmower wheel
I'll be damned. 

Roman Sycamores

In the realm of myth
Temple pylons stand at noon
Staring out to open seas
Isis is looking for secret names
Alexander has a hidden stature of radiance
Papyrus of Roman citizens
Gold and broken headed statues
The tomb lies beyond time
Two sycamores grow there.

Coptic basilica
Vacant courtyards
Temple enclosures
Holy structure
A sanctuary to the Ptolemaic.

Silent Fields

Longing for a silent field
A silent mountain
Don't set me wrong
Not without mountain and field, wild creatures
Silent they are the best at
Even when loud
Silent fields with movement
With life
With vibrant eden
With random consequences
With you.

1910 Again

The side of the odd looking building was something. What did it really mean? Why was there a well inside? Was there old zombies thrown in the bottom? The old bulbs were coming up again. The comet was so close. It lit the night sky like daylight, nobody could sleep. The music from certain people were dire. Some believed it was 1910 again. It will swing pass, it looks awesome and amazing all at the same time. You really want to look at the comet all night long. It attracts your eyes like a bug to a box zapper.