SHRINKIN WORLD
THAT OLE NIGHTTIME COMES A CREEPIN
LIKE A SHADOW CROSS A TRACK,
YOU CAN FEEL IT ON YER BACK
TILL IT SEEMS REAL BIG AND EMPTY
YOU CAN FEEL YOUR COURAGE FADE
JUST ANOTHER CHILD OF NATURE
HEARIN CRICKETS SERENADE.
TIMES GET BRONKY IN THE MORNIN
SOUNDS AND COMBAT FILL THE AIR,
MINDS AND MUSCLES SET TO DOIN
LIKE NOBODIES GOT A CARE
FROM HORIZON TO HORIZON
UNDOMESTIC BEEF TO FIND,
RIDERS SALLY LIKE COLUMBUS
OR MAGELLAN IN THEIR MIND
BUT EVENING FINDS EM GATHERED
RESTIN EASY, LIKE AS NOT
TAKIN STOCK AND TELLIN STORIES
THEY SPREAD THE BEDROLLS WHERE IT'S HANDY
(AND THEY DON'T WALK TOO FAR TO PEE)
THE WHOLE WORLD'S INSIDE ONE FIRELIGHT, CUZ
--THATS AS FAR AS YOU CAN SEE.
(for JB)
2.
Hollow Men
You-forrick Acid
Pored in long dry reservoirs
make us check our head-gates
Often.
to precious for ruralites
They make us let it go . . . a peculiar new-age dyslexia
That says urban toilets are
More important than row-cros.
On Finite Introspection,
Divorce and suicide are in Vogue again
Viet vets give lessons to poetential
Old-Crow-magnons in places where you
Bring two jugs,
and stay all week.
The History of Rural Sub-City is a popular
College Class, everybody gets an A
Nobody gets a credit
FAMINE HITS!
The chanting crowds scream for ice cream,
Dolly Dairy Juice, lactation biorymes.
Hunger makes them harder
...then a call girls heart on a pay-day weekend,
They scowl in hateful lines,
But the food truck drivers
all have families, and do not come back.
Them whose wealthy stars
got em a Visa Platinum,
Pray the Eco-sanctuary gates don't bust,
and the roving bands of
can-nibbles,
Run out of knock-knock jokes,
and self in-jest.
De-vested bunches of us
bow-legged all-so rans
Who wait for bells in big hotels,
Watch the bureau-hypo-condrycrats
Who got big raises for running us in
(and adopting us out) and
Smile at last, watching them whine,
And pray for rain, just like we
used... to do .
Some ex-Colonel will volunteer
to drop surprise napalm on Yellowstone,
& make the wolfhunt
Easy.
Bangs thinned out the Buffalo
and makes the local poachers undulant.
Eco-conscious LasAngels do the christian
Green-piece thing,
They scour the old growth, the new growth,
and eat the loggers...last.
Its not an election year, so no help comes
from Washington. Besides, after
Five days without food, the nice clean folks
in Congress
are just another mob.
Scared manureless
by visions
of discomfort,
The Yupping Legions
yup, and curse the selfish
Generation that dreamed up
This Damned "World Peace" Idea,
And jammed it down their throats,
and ruined their lives.
Hungry Savages, stalking
each other, abandon language,
re-embrace handsignaling, then telepathy.
Ma Bell stocks plummet. There is much blame,
Many lawyers volunteer unselfishly
to prosecute, but the villianous ranchers
and farmers are gone, and cannot be made to atone.
T.S., you may be right.
We are becoming
hollow men.
(for JD)
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