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| Photograph taken by Ray in Manila in 1984 |
Mount Kilimanjaro
The
orange moon hung upside down
over
the Giraffe Mountains of Tanzania,
Sniper
gazed at the long necked beauties
he
would protect these animals with all
he
had, he hadn’t missed a shot in his
Entire
life, point and pull the trigger, don’t
even
think about aiming, the weapon no
matter
what it is, will do its job, if properly
Cared
for, Sniper never let the ladies get
too
close they obstructed his freedom and
it
was a ball and chain he repudiated
When
Sniper saw poachers he shot their
rifles
and pistols, to discourage hunting
out
of season, he was an animal protector
of
the vast Serengeti desert and forest.
The Man That
Brought a Singing
Fat Lady and a Violin to a Gunfight
Of all that is written I only love what is written in blood.
Nietzsche
Surrounded by dead guardian angels
listening to: The Mephistopheles of
Los Angeles by Marilyn Manson
Warming hands and face above a hell
fire in a 55-gallon barrel dreaming
of
dancing with a senorita in
Guadalajara
Palm trees figs and dates in
Damascus
driving Thunderbirds through a
sequoia
and zebras and swallowtails in the
Mojave
Shackled by my years, gravity
sucking
my energy, the sky, and ceilings
piss
on my head, the walls yawn in
boredom,
Nobody laughs at the ugly mirror,
guns
mean noise and chaos, death should
be up
close and personal with a lovely
serenade.
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| Photograph from woodleywonderworks |
Martha’s Recipe for Skunk
Martha Stewart had a
huge basket
of multi-colored eggs,
she said she’d
gathered fifty-eight in
one night
I watched her on TV as
she beat and
blended a cake, she used
at least one
unusual word per recipe,
Martha still
Looked fine, even as she
aged, she was
a model and had a sleek
foxy appearance,
I’d never had any sexual
fantasies about her
A lady friend from
Kentucky wrote on
Facebook, that a varmint
had killed one
of her chickens and
eaten all of her eggs
I recommended a
flamethrower and bbq
sauce, someone said
Martha’s cookbook
held as many recipes as
Noah’s ark.
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| Photograph by Adam Moss |
Adobe, Peyote, and a 357 on
Christmas
Willie
came from the nasty streets,
the
Santa Fe Railroad tracks divided
the
village, whitey, brownie, blackie
.
Mostly
ragged folks getting by,
most
of the adobes were plastered,
but
some mud clay blocks were exposed
.
Willie
was my primo, he grew mota, okra,
chilies,
peyote, magic mushrooms, and
grapes,
we hung it to dry from the vigas
.
In
the lemon-yellow sun of enchantment,
a
vato came by to pull a rip off, I put a 357
in
his ear and offered to cancel his Xmas.
Volley ball with the
moth balls I’d heard
were a deterrent, soon I
had holes and
tunnels and barking
squirrels everywhere.
The Three Bears
A ferocious bear jumped out of a tree onto Quick’s shoulder, he was
riding Brown Hand his Comanche horse. Quick tried to sling the bear off,
but its claws were sunk into his shoulders. If the bear got its teeth into
his neck, that would be all she wrote. Brown Hand bucked against a big fir tree
and his dog, Killer a scrawny black mutt was able to distract the bear enough,
so Quick could get to his knife. He had a long wicked razor sharp blade, he
slipped into the bear’s mouth before it could make an omelet of his brains.
Quick cut the bear open all the way down its chest, a wolverine jumped out of
its guts. It tried to rape Killer, Quick pulled his hog leg and emptied 44’s
into its eyeballs. There was a creek nearby, so he could get moss and medicinal
plants for a poultice for their wounds. Quick was just happy Brown Hand and
Killer weren’t injured too seriously. That night they ate bear and wolverine
stew. Brown Hand had some grain and wild apples. Two days later, another bear
leaped from a tree, Brown Hand must’ve smelled him. She reared her front hooves
high into the air and knocked the bear into a swamp. Killer and Quick looked on
as a herd of alligators swarmed that bear like angry cannibal flies. In moments
it was just a pile of fur and blood. A week later they made it to the Porcupine
Mountains and another bear leaped from a tree. Quick, Brown Hand, and Killer
were tired of bears attacking. Quick was ready to murder this bear, when the
bear started talking. It said, “Please kind sir don’t kill me, I am really a
beautiful woman. A witch put a spell on me, turning me into a bear. If you kiss
me I can turn back into a lady and I will grant you three wishes. Plus I’ll be
your sex slave forever. What do say?” Quick thought why not. He kissed the bear
and waited for the transformation. The bear changed into a blonde lady with
sparkling blue eyes, but she kept growing and growing. Soon she was a giant,
she bent down and crushed and swallowed Brown Hand, Killer, and Quick. Then she
turned into an aardvark and disappeared into the forest.
Let's finish up with some music. I'm going to go to a different place with some Ethiopian jazz.
This is saxophonist Getachew Mekuria with the Ex in 2011: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lgGjfQ8CIjQ
Tezeta means nostalgia: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Dk4pjTbJEw
Next is Mekuria's "Aha Gedawo": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSt7bqYGWAk
This is his "Akale Wube": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wajUfM0OEIg
Catfish sent me some blues guitar for you to listen to as well, especially if this Ethiopian jazz is too harsh.
Christone "Kingfish" Ingram plays "Empty Promises" live. He also has a new album out on Alligator Records.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-nTAgOMK7w&feature=youtu.be
Gary Clark, Jr. plays "This Land" here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9KgNaRQ_J-c&feature=youtu.be
Catfish sent me some blues guitar for you to listen to as well, especially if this Ethiopian jazz is too harsh.
Christone "Kingfish" Ingram plays "Empty Promises" live. He also has a new album out on Alligator Records.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-nTAgOMK7w&feature=youtu.be
Gary Clark, Jr. plays "This Land" here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9KgNaRQ_J-c&feature=youtu.be
Enjoy!
