For
The Queen
of
my
Buffalos
by
Rawclyde
!
~ first passage ~
I am
a herd of
buffalos ~ my
name is Poo Poo Face.
My father is
the fly in your eye ~
my mother
a limping mule race.
I'm stampeding ~
yes I am ~
thru your
red traffic light ~
The one
El Vaquero shot
with his gun the
other night.
The lead buffalo
of me
is Poetry ~ all
the rest are primitive.
I am
a thousand rages
raging
to run free and live.
Sharp machete hooves
shiny bullet eyes ~
Poetry
has got 'em ~
And dancing
on his quaking hump
is a girl called Honey
Bottom ~
Bluer than your
latest diamond
are the eyes in her
face ~
Her balance is
a miracle ~ her clothes
a teeny bit of
lace.
Old Brag
has just fallen down
along
the way.
Old Brag
always did have
too much to
say.
Bitter Truth
is still
thundering
along.
But
Bitter Truth
has changed
her bitter song.
Desperate Time ~
his hooves
thump
the same old constant pace ~
And condors
dive in 'n out
of
the dust behind Poo Poo Face.
~ chorus ~
Dance,
Honey Bottom,
dance
these buffalos blind ~
Dance
them
over the highest cliff
you can find ~
You're
the queen
of these
raging buffalos ~
Whatever
horizon
your hip bumps is
where we goes!
~ second passage ~
So Honey Bottom
and Poo Poo Face
break
across your treeless plain ~
Where nothin'
grows
but nails and crosses
so insane.
Oops ~
Big Shot
and the one n' only
Holy Nose ~
Who
call themselves
bison instead of
buffalos ~
Fall
down
a haunted
prairie dog hole ~
And a
buffalo with no name
lights a cigar ~ good
for the soul.
Meanwhile, Honey
Bottom's
toes
delight Poetry's spine ~
She dances
up and
down his back
so fine ~
He kicks and
he snorts ~ charges
over a
very high bluff ~
All the rest of
me
follows ~ feeling
kind of rough.
The dust settles ~
where
did
we go?
Are we
broken
and
piled up below?
Well ~
friend, take
a look at
the sky ~
Take a
lonnnnnnng
look at those
clouds driftin' by.
I know
you're not a
fascist ~ just
a hungry lover ~
So I suggest
to you ~ you
ought to run
for cover ~
Those clouds
are getting blacker
and blacker ~ and
kind of blue ~
Too late ~
Honey Bottom and
Poo Poo Face are pissing
on you!
~ chorus ~
Take it easy,
Honey Bottom, step
off the
stage ~
Take it easy,
Honey Bottom, there's
no more
rage ~
Take my coat,
Honey Bottom, we're
driftin'
so high ~
Before
I met you
all I loved was
the sky.
(Copyright Clyde Collins 1980/2010)
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The two photos here were taken in Iraq by Petty Officer 2nd Class
Ted Green & Spc. Michael Snook. I
don’t know who took the photo of the buffaloes ~ perhaps some cowpoke in
Wyoming. The banner image is of the border fence somewhere around El Paso.
President Obama announced, via a speech on television, the end of combat operations in Iraq, August 31, 2010. Hopefully, this will stick. Love Peace & Freedom isn't just for hippies...