Humidity and beads of sweat
60 types of green
LaVillita art
Mexican dresses and walking sticks
On the rock paths
Last night's margarita spills
The English sit on patios
Commenting on the beauty
Empty buildings with flags on top
Boats of wonderers
Bridges and carvings
Named for dead heroes.
3/18/12
3/14/12
Mortally Unattainable
a writer can only write well once insecurity is banished. in matters of creative art, one's own opinions and tastes and boundries should be exclusively considered. leave the audience to the performance artists, whose pure craft is just as defined and all that matters is other's opinions and tastes and boundries. all writers fall somewhere in between, desiring connection and expression. purity of either is mortally unattainable....'can a war zone hate in the autumn?' is a tremendous sentence.
3/10/12
Blacklisted
blacklisted.
supernova wanna bees.
glowing eyes.
follow the leader.
keep the truth.
to yourself.
hand out the jacks.
one at a time.
those damn jacks.
blame the bureaucrats.
and the bureaucracy.
sing to the true lovers.
clan of wildcats.
separately hunting.
darwin was partially right.
except for the monkeys.
talking souls here.
talking souls filled up with life.
talking souls that never die.
they all have blood.
not everyone has a soul.
sidetracked.
by a blind runner.
boots up to her knees.
world order is lost.
this hollow life.
checked into the riverwalk spa.
with sore feet.
and a clouded mind.
felt relief in an instant.
finally sane.
a host of cooks and butlers.
table full of fable talk.
wildcats wait.
perhaps a playful paw.
glorious faces.
behind shower doors
not yet comfortable.
not yet adjusted.
unlikely to ever be.
foreigner to most.
follower of none.
3/7/12
Woman Farmer
the scandalous
and a two-timer
floated down the brazos.
a woman farmer
hoeing the fields
for the late harvest.
hands of work
she carried it all
too busy to die.
his weak mind
distracted by beauty
and glances.
this tempting world
all the pleasures
all the pain.
and a two-timer
floated down the brazos.
a woman farmer
hoeing the fields
for the late harvest.
hands of work
she carried it all
too busy to die.
his weak mind
distracted by beauty
and glances.
this tempting world
all the pleasures
all the pain.
3/4/12
Texico (Draft): Maggie Graham
"You're telling me you cannot say yes to the proposal?" Maggie Graham was moving closer to the Brazilian President, "What are your alternatives?"
"Magggeeie", he wanted to keep her affection while reasoning, "Texico is too new, too different, too audacious. These things take time to mature."
"What things?” she asked while taking his hand. The Texican Secretary of State was an articulate and educated woman of 35. Her face was flawless and her beauty moved in an upright posture, shoulders back.
"Relationships. Only a decade ago it was Mexicans and Americans. Then the Texans got fed up and wanted to do it their way. Nothing wrong with that, but we have concerns about the Texan influence in Texico. Brazilians know Mexicans, but are leery of people like L. Dean and Barnes."
"Oh, Henrique. You know me. Are you leery of me?" She was close enough to whisper and the President could smell the aromas of lotions, perfumes, and human scents. They had spent the evening dining together at the Palacia da Alvorada, the official residence of the President. Henrique Diego Almeida was a hero in his homeland but famously prone to a wandering eye. The silk white, Irish blooded, green eyed face of Maggie Graham was inches from his lips. Her eyes closed and she kissed him for an extended period. She moved closer to him and her hair fell down. He knew resisting was hopeless and he knew the deal with the Texicans for petroleum rights and refinery development would be announced the next day. The Western Hemisphere Oil Alliance (WHOA) with Canada, Texico, and Brazil would bring Texico gas prices to 1970's levels for it's citizens and ensure the heating and transportation industries would continue to thrive from Rio de Janeiro to New Foundland for all three nations. The Americans continued to rely on the English and Saudi's for oil, the mighty Gulf of Mexico no longer their own. By 2030, the entire American oil industry went bankrupt due to government regulations and controls and gas was $20 a gallon. The bones of Andrew Jackson, the fiercly independent president of the people and who the American twenty dollar bill is named for, was likely shifting dirt around. The bones of Sam Houston, his protege and fellow Tennesseean, were getting the last laugh.
The wind powered most of the Texico's domestic needs. Critics argued that wind could not produce on-demand power. When a Texico A&M scientist, Dr. Dale DeVille, discovered a method to store up electricity, Texico city's were assured of illumination and evening celebrations. In addition, because the government no longer provided lighting of any kind to cities, towns, or estados, power was only used when needed. Corporations were looking for profits and lighting up a high-rise building so you can see it from afar, wasn't worth the expense. St. Patrick's Day or not. Nighttime skylines were obsolete in Texico. Only the street levels were lit. Neon and bright.
"Did you get to sleep last night, Henrique?” a stretching Maggie asked when she woke with the sun rise. Her hands were behind her head, elbows bent out. He turned from the window where he was standing and smiled wearily at her.
"Like a king." he said.
"Magggeeie", he wanted to keep her affection while reasoning, "Texico is too new, too different, too audacious. These things take time to mature."
"What things?” she asked while taking his hand. The Texican Secretary of State was an articulate and educated woman of 35. Her face was flawless and her beauty moved in an upright posture, shoulders back.
"Relationships. Only a decade ago it was Mexicans and Americans. Then the Texans got fed up and wanted to do it their way. Nothing wrong with that, but we have concerns about the Texan influence in Texico. Brazilians know Mexicans, but are leery of people like L. Dean and Barnes."
"Oh, Henrique. You know me. Are you leery of me?" She was close enough to whisper and the President could smell the aromas of lotions, perfumes, and human scents. They had spent the evening dining together at the Palacia da Alvorada, the official residence of the President. Henrique Diego Almeida was a hero in his homeland but famously prone to a wandering eye. The silk white, Irish blooded, green eyed face of Maggie Graham was inches from his lips. Her eyes closed and she kissed him for an extended period. She moved closer to him and her hair fell down. He knew resisting was hopeless and he knew the deal with the Texicans for petroleum rights and refinery development would be announced the next day. The Western Hemisphere Oil Alliance (WHOA) with Canada, Texico, and Brazil would bring Texico gas prices to 1970's levels for it's citizens and ensure the heating and transportation industries would continue to thrive from Rio de Janeiro to New Foundland for all three nations. The Americans continued to rely on the English and Saudi's for oil, the mighty Gulf of Mexico no longer their own. By 2030, the entire American oil industry went bankrupt due to government regulations and controls and gas was $20 a gallon. The bones of Andrew Jackson, the fiercly independent president of the people and who the American twenty dollar bill is named for, was likely shifting dirt around. The bones of Sam Houston, his protege and fellow Tennesseean, were getting the last laugh.
The wind powered most of the Texico's domestic needs. Critics argued that wind could not produce on-demand power. When a Texico A&M scientist, Dr. Dale DeVille, discovered a method to store up electricity, Texico city's were assured of illumination and evening celebrations. In addition, because the government no longer provided lighting of any kind to cities, towns, or estados, power was only used when needed. Corporations were looking for profits and lighting up a high-rise building so you can see it from afar, wasn't worth the expense. St. Patrick's Day or not. Nighttime skylines were obsolete in Texico. Only the street levels were lit. Neon and bright.
"Did you get to sleep last night, Henrique?” a stretching Maggie asked when she woke with the sun rise. Her hands were behind her head, elbows bent out. He turned from the window where he was standing and smiled wearily at her.
"Like a king." he said.
Soul Man's Blues
early wind and budding trees
mind ran off into the alley
thought i saw a morning dove
seems like the devil's been keeping tally.
embark on your lonely path
i wish i could go with you too
words unspoken worthless now
you always knew i loved you.
he was a soul man, the best man i knew
i can remember his words, the soul man's blues.
he was a soul man, all the crowds that he drew
he would just sing out loud, the soul man's blues.
(aharp)hheeeewaaaaassssaaaassoooouuuullmaaaaann. honk. honk.
got wet bones you know what i mean
cold rain all day long, never saw the light
ladies ran off to the shops and boutiques
left me alone until the middle of the night.
e7a7
e7d7
a7e7
d7a7
a7e7
d7e7d7a7
mind ran off into the alley
thought i saw a morning dove
seems like the devil's been keeping tally.
embark on your lonely path
i wish i could go with you too
words unspoken worthless now
you always knew i loved you.
he was a soul man, the best man i knew
i can remember his words, the soul man's blues.
he was a soul man, all the crowds that he drew
he would just sing out loud, the soul man's blues.
(aharp)hheeeewaaaaassssaaaassoooouuuullmaaaaann. honk. honk.
got wet bones you know what i mean
cold rain all day long, never saw the light
ladies ran off to the shops and boutiques
left me alone until the middle of the night.
e7a7
e7d7
a7e7
d7a7
a7e7
d7e7d7a7
Generals And Scouts
they're all behind enemy lines.
following generals and scouts.
stepping carefully.
so leaves don't crack.
baaa rump pa pum pum.
hear our drum.
oh, hear our drum.
oh, woe, oh, hear our drum. (hear our drum).
following generals and scouts.
stepping carefully.
so leaves don't crack.
baaa rump pa pum pum.
hear our drum.
oh, hear our drum.
oh, woe, oh, hear our drum. (hear our drum).
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