55 winters

Start creating the prompt says.

So here's what I got

Sail away. What we are in the here is like smoke in the wind. Our farts and best fragrance a passing passion borne on winds of change 

A moment of time. The vibration of a string. 

Saruman looked to the west and was no more.

A gust dispersed his atomic structure

There was no more

I have heard we are a collection of moments

This frame structure of it, a scene of ourselves

We the actors of our play

Directed by time, chance,.and sheer force of will

This now that ever was and might be

Well, have another. It's just a quarter after 

Psychobilly political Typology

perhaps it is symbolic existence of shadows dancing on the walls.

Riding in the middle of knowherenowhere
Blazing outlaw music

Where we are today is not the time when my great aunt rode over the hill to see the grunting tractors digging out the lake to spook the miles

We're only two generations away from riding a fucking mule to school if we went at all

Bill Malone did his dissertation on country music 

It's hard plowing. That particular man was not slack in his work. Layers upon layers. Interviews from magazines and societies that are 50 years old and more 

Minnie Pearl called Hank3 a ghost

And yet there he is on the tape

Telling us how little he has of his grandfather 

He's one foot in the grave and another headed into the future 

Exactly how many times have I seen someone go from hard country to 

Hardcore psychopunk

I haven't heard of him taking a shit like that one old boy

But, it got funky at Trees

he oughta be here

Perhaps that's why it's up to us

He got worn out 

Hotter fires burn fast

Rust never sleeps though 

He was a Kentucky psychobilly before the word existed

Goddammit. Him and Molly Ivins 

They fucking saw it. 

Every day there is some city kid that hears Johnny Cash 

in the country someone hears Melvins

And in the street they meet 

Standing in the Chrysanthemum

Sometimes I see it if I try.
 It's always been there.

I was born in this life. I don't think you or I asked for it. It is what we are born into. Some of us go away and some of us stay.

I used to think that if you worked hard and tried hard good things would happen. That's not necessarily true.
The good that you receive might not be what you recognize. It might be a cup of beans and rice in a bowl with some bits of wild pig.
 The kindness of a prison guard that tells you that the best thing you can do for your dead friend is to go home.

Maybe you were born to a big estate.
Maybe you were born in the slave quarters.

None of it matters. It's all a mirage. The only things that last are what we do. Even the words we say are us. Words we leave behind us. They might last longer than that tree we planted and it it's a hardier species than mine.

Artist and the fact that some of us fuck up a lot

Boone. He pounded a shotgun against the bole.
Oh yes. I do think Professor John Ronald Reuel had himself a drink and then wrote.
Besom and bole.

I can't fix what happened before me. I can only deal with what is happening now.

He's right you know. I don't know what drove him to eat a bullet. If I live a thousand years I don't know if I will ever understand why. Not sure that I want to.

What exactly am I to do with the artist, poet,writer,teacher, that's a....
Shitshow of sins.

I can still see the good work of the person beside the evil. I see it in me too very apparent.

Is Guernica any less of a work?
For the shallows of his fatherhood?

That's not forgiving him.
If he asked
If any come in search for redemption.
Well, let me not stand in the way.

I can sure use some redeeming.
Any time you have some to spare.

hard news on a birthday

51 times around the sun
five decades plus one
 it seems so small until I see the wrinkles and lines and feel the grinding of the bones

oh the day after too much of anything is so much more than what it was thirty years ago
and I suppose it ought to be that way

I go to church now because I want to
not because they told me to get my sinner ass out of bed
"White Trash get out of that bar!"
 all I was doing was playing dominoes
I was winning!














And yet there is this
over there on the other side of the pond
she is fading away
Fuck Cancer. This curse of the king
It is tragic beyond belief and yet there it is
there are grandchildren and children and a husband
and friends far away that will miss her
it is time that takes us away from each other
time and distance and things that should not be but are

dammit. yes, I will rage against the dying of the light
if only for a moment
for hers is a life to celebrate and remember fondly
fare well and rest well dear lady
we shall all miss you terribly
may your wand never fizzle again

we only get so many days
so many years and seconds
what we do with them is up to us
as I have said so many times
and as was said to me so many years ago
'seize the day' Carpe diem
for this may be your last
you do not know what tomorrow brings
laugh, love, and live in every moment you are afforded to have
for none of them are guaranteed
there is no warranty and no returns
what we do, and think, and feel is the big now we experienced
when we are weighed and found and spoken for
I would like to think that the scale hits the bottom and it is heavy for us

I'll probably keep muddling in the same general direction of what I hope is forward
and we all get to see each other again

new gig. time to shine

labor is the superior to capital
das kapital
but, it is the relationships of the worked and the leaders that determine success
I cannot abide a boss that will lie to me and steal from me
my hours are my own and I surrender them only because I have to in this world
my mind is my own

I left a company of liars to go where there was so much work to do
everything in near disarray
there are others that have returned and some that have remained
but it is a place that has been under siege
it as if we were riding hard to rescue them
mighty long row to hoe
It feels like a challenge

the leaving was not that hard
when I knew they would take the hours I earned
know this my friend in this land of the US of A
you are not guaranteed a damn thing on your day off
if they want to take it, they can
take all the hours you can, because they will surely take them from you

Lawyers! Bankers! Insurance and stock options
what do we ask of each other?
I ask of you to tell me the truth and to stand by what you said
in this day of alternative facts and manufactured reality, what is truth and what is lies
remains to be seen on a daily basis, but It is not so hard to discern
when the figures are right there on your paycheck and coming out of your wallet
i know where my bread is buttered. I know who to boycott
and that was a man's name. the evil bastard got his comeuppance
there is a reason it exists as a word beyond it being a name


it feels so early late.
two days riding with the old man to hear all the tales
or as many as he could tell in that time
i was never so ready to go kill things
and that I did. hunter that I am.
and in the morn comes another day and more meetings
on the heels of going on a foraging mission to find us hands
I think I did. i left a lot of seed anyhow
shamelessly I will steal from them, all their hands
labor is the superior to capital
you can't work with no labor and them you must pay
Oh can I mention James?

i got something to say

But, I might have forgotten what it was

In the fleeting moments of this life the muse might hit you
a recipe wrinkle you didn't think of before
a road unseen before
shall we take it?
do it I say. for we might not pass this way again


how many lost thoughts have been in my head?
this is why I carry a pen everywhere I go
but, I have to stop long enough to write it down
to stop at the side of the road to see the sign
we just don't know when or if it will visit us again

I can't capture the rage of the moment I felt an hour ago
it's there bubbling beneath the calm exterior
nor the joy of finding a kindred soul
it isn't lost. It is there as it ever was before I saw it
I just can't catch it. I might as well try to catch the smoke

oh the hover fly that scared the people lands upon me
go find a flower little friend
I know you like me, Yes, I am your friend
but, this is not the time

I guess he was trying to tell me
no, friend, now is the time
stop whatever you are doing
speak with me
yes, he lingered upon the phone as I was at play
and maybe I learned something

I sure hope so.