Cloud Shadow 93


T'is 'de Loon

n' 'de Buffoon

in 'de

Local Saloon ~


Of whom

I must write

this (Good God!)

   afternooooooon ~


So

many

centuries

ago!


My mem-

ory

t'is oh so

   slowwwwwww ~


Hmmmmmmm

let

me

   seeeeeee ~


Ahhhhhhh yes, at

the pool table I was

in the midst

  of a winning spreeeeeee...




Cloud Shadow 94


Gotta get it

done

quick as

   I can ~


So as I can make

The Big Leap

in 'dis

   Deep Desert land ~


If it gets too

sloppy

please

   excuse me ~


Of the Devil

of the Devil

I gotta

ca-booooooom free!




Cloud Shadow 95


Hitler n' Crockett were

way way beyond

the

   joking stage ~


Davy wasn't smilin'

much n'

Adolf

   was in a rage ~


The luger was

a

quiver

   in Adolf's tremblin' hand ~


The barrel of Davy's

musket

leaned steady

   at 'de monster man ~


Between 'em the

Stool of Forever More

was quietly

   a-spinnin' ~


And at pool

yours truly was

of course

   a-winnin' ~


And all the other stools

at the bar

were

   now occupied ~


By a bunch of little

Adolf Hitler clones

each one

  nasty eyed...




Cloud Shadow 96


Fine-oh-ly Big Hit

foammmmmmmed

away

   at the mouth ~


'Til every ounce of

smarts

in his brain

   up n' run south ~


And then

and then

he

   said ~


That which

I

done

  do dread ~


To write

right

here

   down ~


While parked in

thee air

above this

   holy Deep Desert ground ~


Infront of this massive

curve of concrete damn

this

   heap o' sin ~


Of which I alone am re-

sponcible for having built

and aye!  my skinless skull

gots a permanent grin!!!




Cloud Shadow 97


You see, t'was when

a Western

began

   on the saloon TV ~


A Western movie

full of

that

   magic melody ~


The ghost of the King

of the Wild Frontier

turned

   his head to seeeeeee ~


Which gave the opportunity

to the ghost from Nazi Hell

to raise his

luger n' yell, "Davy!"


Davy turned

his

head

   again ~


Could

not

quite

   grin ~


With death about

to blast

him

  'tween thee eyes ~


A man died once

but twice?  I

don't know

   the how's n' why's ~


But before the killer

of innocent millions

shot

   his frontier foe ~


He just had to say that

which is

lower

   than lowwwwwww ~


The worst possible thing

a man

can

   say to another ~


I hate to write it

down,

let me tell

   you, brother ~


With his spit a splutterin'

Old Adolf

made

   me sick ~


When he slobbered, "Davy!

suck

my

 dick!!!"




Cloud Shadow 98


All the little clones

sittin' at the bar

  snick-

   ered ~


They were

I guess

 pret-

   ty liquored ~


But everyone

else's

silence

   grewwwwwww ~


'Til that Old Western

movie

soundtrack

   moved my que ~


My

que

 stick,

   that is ~


 A-

dolf

got

   his ~


Right

in

his

   eye ~


The

que

ball

up n' done fly!


Which gave the King

of

my

   Frontier Dreams ~


Just enough time

to

unfold

   his schemes ~


Just enough time,

that is, to blow

most of

   Hitler's head off ~


With his trusty musket,

and then

Davy shrugged and

   made a little cough ~


What was left of Big Hit

flopped around 'til he

twirled around on the

   Stool Of Forever More ~


Flappin' his arms, with

a bloody little knob

atop his neck that

   looked forever sore ~


And Hitler's clones

ran

out

   the door ~


And as everyone else

blushed

and looked

   at the floor ~


Rose, our wise

brown

eyed

 barmaid, said:


"Well, he got what

he wanted ~ a

little

   head"...




Cloud Shadow 99


Nowwwwwww

am

I

   ready?


Am I

ready

and

   steady ~


Enough

to

make

 the Big Leeeeeeep?


My life's accumulation

of unsactimonious sin

loams awful

   thick & steeeeeeep ~


Sooooooo

am

I

  ready?


Am I

ready

and

   steady ~


Enough to

Do It

or

  weeeeeeep?


God, that dam

is

tall

and steeeeeeep...




Cloud Shadow 100!


It

must

be

   that time ~


Aye,

to

show

   some grit ~


To hell with

all

World

   Slime ~


Let's

rise

 a-

   bove it ~


My bones

creeeeeeeak

with

   age ~


Above

Deep

Desert

   sage ~


I pull down the brim

of me old tattered

hat

   atop my bone head ~


Pull a rusty machete

out from under

my

   old narrow bed ~


And

 sharp-

en

   it ~


I sharpen

both

sides

   of it ~


Against the iron leg

of

my

   writing stand ~


'Til the crude sword is

sharp

shiney and

 gala and grand!


Aye, I

 sharp-

en

   it ~


So it'll cut, quite

frankly,

thru

   all The Bull Shit ~


I don a

thin

U.S.

   Army blanket ~


By

 ty-

ing

   it ~


Around my neck bone

for

a

   cape ~


Aye! there

is

No

   Escape ~


And from the same neck

bone up front

I hang

   a little tin cross ~


My

new

 Al-

 batross!


Now upon the bow of

my stranded Ship of Faith

I

   stand ~


Now I'm ready to

flyyyyyyy

in this

   Deep Desert land ~


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Ready to fly

over that

Satan

   beseeched Dammmmmmm...




 One more spirituality arrives thru the vortex ~ hallelujah!