Going To Old Town
by Cloyd Campfire
(around the beginning of the 21st century)
WHEN YOU TOWER
before
my
dazzled eyes ~
Framed by such
vast &
elaborate
desert skies ~
When you whirl thru
a thirsty kaleidoscope
into
deep purple dreams ~
That fall thru
destiny’s hour-glass
into
dry dusty streams ~
I know then
the time
has
come ~
Like
an
over-ripe
plum ~
To
qwit
playing
dumb ~
And to
finally
suc-
cumb ~
To the urge
to ride
into
an eerie echo sound ~
Ricocheting
across
the worn ground
of distant Old Town...
~~~
WHEN THE WAR
on terror
becomes a war
against me ~
That threatens
my rights
like Bin Laden
mean't it to be ~
When the U.S. Prez
begets
war profiteering &
calls it democracy ~
When he says I am
either with him or
against him &
that I'm also free ~
When houses as
balanced with nature
as clowns falling
off a trapeeze ~
Sprout up all around
like sore thumbs
instead of
pretty teepees ~
When I find myself
walking along
an
avenue of yore ~
Surrounded by speed-
ing cocoons
guzzling more blood
than the year before ~
When I find myself
gagging in an age of
oil that is race-
ing past its peak ~
I know
I know
it's time
to seeeeeeek ~
A bus full of poor
folks
some fresh out
of jail ~
Headin' into the
sunset with
no future or
wind blooming sail ~
Just
putt-puttin'
a-
long ~
Singing
the
Old Man River
song ~
As their proud nation
slips & slides
like
a pig down a hill ~
Taking them with it
oh
it’s such a
roller coaster thrill ~
Radium
level
high
headaches throbbing ~
Lets stear this bus
by a bank
Robin Hood &
Zorro are robbing ~
Scoop up some loot
on our way
into
an eerie echo sound ~
That ricochets from
street to street
in not so distant
now Old Town...
~~~
THE TOURISTS TRY TO
cool down
on their vacations
from endless toil ~
Their goals, though,
seem cracked like
goose eggs
too long a-boil ~
They gaze
all
a-
round ~
As they
stroll
thru
Old Town ~
Looking for
ghosts
but they can-
not be seen ~
You'd think the ghosts
had fled
this
too gaudy scene ~
You'd think the ghosts
are dead
in more
ways than one ~
You'd think
Old Town
is really
not too much fun ~
But it really
is
at least
for one ~
One lucky old
shade
who mis-
placed his gun ~
One
lone-
ly
soooooooul ~
With
no
place else
to gooooooo ~
Sipping a cup
o' hot coffee
while surrounded by
an eerie echo sound ~
Here sitting at a
table upon
the sacred ground
of old Old Town...
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the painting way up above:
Jonathon Browser ~ www.jonathonart.com
the painting down here below:
Douglas Johnson ~ http://obsidianmountain.net