valley of democracy no. 5

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An angel appeared to Mary with a message from God

that awarded everlasting meaning to her life in the sod

she was asked to be God’s betrothed & give birth to His son

she accepted and poof ~ 9 months later our calendar begun

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Yeeeeeeeap, she was asked to accept a mission from God

and she accepted the mission with a firm little nod

how would you, oh reader, like to be given a mission from God?

would you accept it, or bury your head in the sod?

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Don’t lean too close to the quiet or you might hear

a very divine message but not through your ear

that, should you accept it, you’re on a mission from God

and if you refuse it, well, jack-off and shoot your wad

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Shoot it at the mirror & watch it drip down your face

‘cuz that’s close as you’ll get to finding something to replace

courageously setting forth upon a mission from God

like sweet mother Mary did with her firm little nod

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rawclyde !

(copyright clyde collins 1999)

valley of democracy no. 4

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There goes Old Glory settin’ in the west

shootin’ rays thru a cloud, the rest of the best

flies have ceased buzzing, but anudder distant plane do moan

a bird warbles for a spell as I languish here in The Zone

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The town tramp told me sleeping on the ground gives you power

earth power, he said, and he was serious as a fragrant flower

now, me, I haven’t slept on the ground for quite a while

maybe I should tonight but, no, sleeping in the truck is more my style

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Actually sleeping on the ground would be okay if I had to

people generally don’t sleep there if they don’t have to

but Chuck, my friend the famous author, he’ll sleep on the ground for fun

and call it holy, just like the tramp did, it’s true, my unbelieving son

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Well, yes, it can be a holy experience dealing with nature at night

sleeping on the ground, rollin’ around, in the camp-fire light

everybody should try it at least once, I do say

anyway, good night, time to light the candle, tomorrow’s another day

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rawclyde

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(copyright clyde collins 1999)

valley of democracy no. 3

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by rawclyde

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Fortress Ann, she’s quite a gal, her beauty volcano-izes men’s lust

where ever she goes she deals with it as she must

I’d like to wed & bed her myself & raise kids who have her chilling dark eyes

she runs her life like a fortress, though, beneath these desert skies

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She may not know it, but she’s a desert woman tranquilized

by a healthy small city culture that isn’t too much advertised

I love her much but fear such love will never be returned

so I bequeath to her a futile friendship rather than get my heart burned

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So her and gutless me, we sat in the restaurant talkin’ true n’ silly

when she gave me the Chicano Girl Look, it was quite a dilly

I’m only 15 years older than her and poor but what the schmuck

her Chicano Girl Look has given me nothing, nothing but good luck

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In her past, I bet, low-down miners drilled too savagely into her rapturous mines

so here I sit in the desert relaxing with the memory of our lunch-time times

I remember sittin’ across the table from her watching that Look seductively glow

“I’ll have one more cup of coffee before I go to the valley below”

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(copyright clyde collins 1999)

valley of democracy no. 2

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rawclyde

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Mirage on ‘de nearly empty freeway make me feel about to glide like de birds

up into ‘de clouds ‘dat are streakin’ by like long flying-saucer herds

milky paint-brush streaks appear behind ’em in ‘de pale blue up ‘dere above

n’ I turn off ‘de freeway ‘dat I hate onto a little highway ‘dat I love

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Then I turn off ‘de highway onto a dirt road ‘dat I love even more

no tracks on it but mine, I am now beyond civilization’s shore

I get to drown in the holy wind tunes of the desert by and by

but for high-tech noisy boys in occasional jets ‘dat fly around so high

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The Tower of Babel where there’s no room to park is behind me for awhile

as I sit n’ sip whiskey in the shade of Her truck, the horizon begins to smile

life is a real catatonic cactus plant waving hello forever in my face

as I sit in solitude with ghostly Mary “alienated” from the human race

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from a love song to the american lizard

(copyright clyde collins 1999)