valley of democracy no. 18

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Old Russ, one lean bean under a dirty baseball cap,

missing teeth, needs a shave, fine old chap

likes to read the good stuff & endlessly rap

hobbled up to ye olde mule lookin’ for a vein to tap

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And found one, found two – cost him 10 bucks

a couple books that had nothin’ to do with raising ducks

they also had nothin’ to do with driving trucks

also, they were not about building aqueducts

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They were about, uh, let’s see, tracking & trapping

yeeeeeeeap, that’s it, that’s what was happening

in ye olde mind of Russ, ye olde desert rat

so with 10 bucks (for supplies) I left town, how ’bout ‘dat

~

In the bush n’ the cacti, I kicked off my shoes

with a book in my lap, I started to snooze

n’ before I knew it I’d made me a lizard friend

the little runt amused me about 8 mile around the bend

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This little critter’s whole body wiggled when he ran

from bush to bush and his slithering tail was oh so grand

then he come up next to me & look me in the eye

then he dart away & do it again on the sly

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Then he’d disappear for a while, I’d read some

then off in the distance, well, here he come

skid to a halt next to me, dig around, n’ up n’ tilt his head

there he was, lookin’ me in the eye like a thoroughbred

~

Nothing more happened ‘cept once he bumped into my heel

finally it was time to go & I hopped behind the wheel

and off I went back to town to sell another book

I was broke n’ hungry but nobody would take a look

~

It was just about closing time n’ up come Russ

this was 3 days later, I was out there a while, I confuss

anyway, ye olde desert rat don’t just grab a book

he makes me dangle all my finest bait on my slickest hook

~

So, when he left I had 7 dollars in my pocket

I cleaned up n’ to the cafe took off like a rocket

now there’s a hamburger in my belly & I’m drinking a beer

& this rhyme is done – the world is full of cheer

rawclyde

!

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)

from A Love Song To The American Lizard

(out of print)

valley of democracy no. 17

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The boy went thru all the books in thee olde book mule

he and his pal were way beyond goin’ to school

intrigued the most by the oldest books they could find

I pointed ’em all out like nuggets hiddin in a gold mine

~

He just had to have thee olde Saga Of Billy The Kid

wanted to read the true story of what that outlaw did

thee olde tome was held together by small pieces of tape

sittin’ on the shelf waitin’ to get plucked like a grape

~

But Dad got enthralled by a historical picture book

and would only buy that so that is all that they took

and away to Rocky Point they sped for the weekend

I said “adios” to Dad, his son, and his son’s friend

~

My God, how is an idiot like that bred by this world?

Bought a picture book but not a real book slightly curled

for his son who was willing to sit down and read

Jesus please have mercy on such a retarded breed

!

A couple days later, Sunday, it was dusty & hot

I stood jawin’ with another mentally retarded hot shot

in front of the wonderfully inspiring olde book mule

when up prances some kid lookin’ quite triumphant and cool

~

I asked him something and he just stepped up to the spot

plucked up the book n’ handed me what made it bought

“Now you can eat tonight!”  yelled Pa from across the lot

yeeeeeeeap, just what the world needs, another damn hot shot

~

Well, the kid got The Saga and I got a meal

though it cost more than the book, still I feel

pretty good about thee ol’ pa who finally pulled thru

then there’s the kid, I wonder, is his name Billy too?

~

Rawclyde

!

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)

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At the intersection of two major highways – AZ State Routes 85 & 86 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Why,_Arizona

~

boot hill, boot hill, so cold, so still

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VALLEY OF DEMOCRACY NO. 16

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I gave Harry the drunk buzzard a ride home at sundown

the Big Dipper poured a sparkling lullaby across a sky glory bound

a certain decision made me sad, but I was somewhat glad

to float thru a village church and a vision of my old drunk dad

~

Driving home at night on thee olde Indian reservation

had me a burro chowin’ down on thorny grass revelation

if the White world stood on its head instead of its feet

its brain would be closer to the earth and easier to greet

~

Holy Mary took her seat next to the passenger window

talked about cookin’ for Jesus when she was a widow

said He had a good appetite but was kind of preoccupied

with saving everybody by having to get Himself crucified

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I parked under my tree & greeted the easy-going hombre under a cowboy hat

who lets me squat next to his gas station for free, how ’bout ‘dat?

I bent his ear for a while & then, & then crawled into the sack

and in a burst of insanity turned into meat-whacker Jack

~

I got over that pretty quick, eventually fell asleep

had a dream about an old girl friend who started to weep

this broke my heart but worse, in the morning there was no coffee

but I found a free cup some place else in this Valley of Democracy

rawclyde

!

(copyright clyde collins 1999)

valley of democracy no. 15

by rawclyde

!

All I wanna be is a human being on planet Earth

I don’t have to get married, raise children, or give birth

to a new creed, a new law, or a new way of life

I just wanna live right despite nature’s or man’s strife

~

But, little darlin’, if you insist, your man I’ll be

we’ll do what’s gotta be done and raise a family

we’ll add two dozen kids to the population of a big city

and I’ll even run for mayor if it makes you proud of me

~

Oh yes, little darlin’, yes yes!  I’ll build us a boat

do all the rowing just to see your sweet smile float

as I sing to my precious delicate dove

we’ll float tenderly into the Tunnel Of Love

!

Into the tunnel of love we will float float float

into the tunnel of love in our little row boat

and when the river goes dry beneath the desert sky

we can crawl hand in hand across the sand you and I

!

And when our bubble do burst & we’re dying of thirst

and there’s nothing left but to lay down and curse

I’ll be your husband and you’ll be my wife

and we’ll live right despite all this terrible strife

from

a love song to the american lizard

(copyright clyde collins 1999)