Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Cowboy Fence Cows

The fence falls down 
The cows get in and out
They go here and there
But sometimes they stay silent
Sometimes they eat grass
Sometimes they just chew
A sanctuary for cows 
A haven.
Real cowboys do not ride horses.
A fool before them.

Sunday, July 15, 2018

Phil Collins Zomdrum

Stolen from a zombie prince
The one magical zombie drum
It was at the Alamo
It was used at Waterloo
The drum that calls zombies
Behold the zomdrum
Made in Tyler Texas
Sits now in a small room
Off to the side of a chapel

Company Made Zombie

Made to fire
Made to destroy lives
All for company gold
In the broken bow
Of the one before
No friends wanted here
Made to fire 
Made to go home
Tricked of the mind. 

Sunday, July 1, 2018

Ford Fairlaine

Seems like I was running all the time
Running from the things I never said
Seems like it was just yesterday
Me and her we were doing just fine
Well a million blue tears
And a Ford Fairlaine
As I run off a cliff in California
I know she wont mind
If I take it one more time
She never liked that car anyway. 

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Old Dusty and the Return

Wild wind blows across the porch
Leaves wander and run away
The trees sway
Everything I pick up either has rust or dust on it
Colors fade
The sky is in a dull color
Invisible chickens run around
Looking for one more worm
Conspiracy is on the step
I plunder my mailbox in search of packages
Packages of Christmas and birthdays
A train seems to be coming
Birds fly for hours
The moon waits 
And the fireplace burns wood
What a strange season. 

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Tomorrow We Will Arrive in Nacogdoches

Nights of silent moon
Let me see the trees
Far across the fields
My mind makes images
Far off shadows.
Wagons creak down a mud trodden road
Without light but the moon
Like a filtered sun
Shadow light guides us
Down the road to the creek
We must make camp now
Tomorrow we will arrive in Nacogdoches.

Monday, July 22, 2013

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.