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buckman
Firefly
USA
2684 Posts |
 Posted - 08/07/2011 : 04:53:00
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So, Albert went on to say,
"Don't let a battered soul ruin a good life.
All the days count, you know."
We'll see, I said, We'll certainly see.. |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/07/2011 : 22:29:42
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No one sat with me...ever. Everyone knew that...so the "kid" was obviously new in town.
"Not much goin' on around here, is there?
When's the last time you had any fun?
Hey, are you listening to me...are you gonna answer me?"
"I'm thinking".
"You don't have much to say, do you, big Boy?"
"Call me that again...I'll kill you".
"Man, what's your problem?"
"She used to call me that".
"She...who the hell is she?"
"Too many questions, punk".
"You think you can call me punk and get away with it?"
He stood and drew his gun in the same motion. I didn't stand.
His last question?..
"Mama...?"
Damn, part of my drink spilled... |
Edited by - rodeo on 08/16/2011 07:17:28 |
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Ailinn
Swinger
1442 Posts |
Posted - 08/07/2011 : 22:59:29
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He rode three days across the high desert
When he arrived he knew everything
He showed me a card trick
And he told me a joke
He told me to keep away from the window
When I took the bullet out of his chest
He didn't flinch or change his expression
When he made me lay down beside him
His sleep was ahead of the posse
He has scars that shine in the moonlight
Brighter than the rest of his skin
But I can't tell you what he looks like
It was dark
Or his hat was pulled low
And his mouth was covered
With a bandana
-for Rev and Rodeo and days gone by... |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/08/2011 : 08:14:26
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I didn’t look back all that much….didn’t look forward either.
I would, however, look up from my Bible when the bottle was empty; they’d bring me another one. They told me I was good for business. Go figure?!
I usually went out in the street to meet the ones who came to put an end to my misery.
Twice, I tried to help them.
I drew, pointed at the ground in front of them, fired, then looked at them in dismay as they shot…missed….then shot again. They both did this little nervous thing with their eyes….looking side to side as if to see who made them miss a shot they’d been making for years…at cans…and bottles and old dogs. Pitiful. Most dogs don't shoot back.
I’d shake my head, fire my second round; turn and go back to my table.
I really felt bad for ‘em… Really!
The “kid” was the only one who didn’t make me get up and walk outside.
I appreciated that.
Most of ‘em said something like, “Get up, sumbitch…get out here”….or something worse. Whatever happened to manners?
I always told them to go practice some more. They always thought they were as ready to kill as I was to die.
I didn’t really mind being called "sumbitch"...
...only one other person had ever called me “Big boy”.
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/08/2011 : 09:43:37
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Ailinn
Swinger
1442 Posts |
Posted - 08/08/2011 : 19:25:55
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We've been friends long enough, he says
Patting the tortillas dry
Letting some cigarette ash fall into the cornmeal
I look up from the shredded lettuce and cheese
He gets edgy when I don't meet his eyes
So I look up
But I don't say a word
Hey
No use fishing for trouble |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1797 Posts |
Posted - 08/10/2011 : 21:23:07
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I liked what you wrote up there, Rodeo ... very good .. FINISH the story ..
BarbraG |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2684 Posts |
Posted - 08/11/2011 : 18:31:36
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2684 Posts |
Posted - 08/11/2011 : 19:33:13
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I sit in the darkness,
in the back of the cafe.
Carmelita tries to come to me
But I send her away.
When the madness comes
it is the only time I feel
I know who I really am.
Most of the time
I leave myself behind somewhere,
somewhere in a past that
comes only in shadows;
Only in memories.
I wish my memory was in my heart,
so I could cut them both out
with one slice...
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/12/2011 : 07:57:22
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The demons come like fire ants;
You don’t know they’re there until they’re all over you.
Unlike fire ants, tho’, you can’t kill ‘em.
You can try. That’s why the Bible.
You can try not to feel ‘em. That’s why the bottle.
You can try to put others out of your misery. That’s why the gun.
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/12/2011 : 09:47:10
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Never been many I could talk to…
...didn’t want to,
“She” never asked questions… she already knew the answers…
...spooky…a good kind of spooky.
I never talked to him even tho’ (it seemed) we shared the same “symptoms”…(Bible, bottle, gun, whore)...
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Ailinn
Swinger
1442 Posts |
Posted - 08/12/2011 : 18:40:22
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...and then the campfire tale
The first or last night's story
The last night was yesterday
The first night is tomorrow
Some days we fly
Some nights we crawl
It is the company
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Ailinn
Swinger
1442 Posts |
Posted - 08/12/2011 : 18:50:23
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Right about now Mr. Lyons would step in...
He stood in the rain just listening
and wondering...how long it took for
one drop to get to the forest floor
from the tallest tree.
Some nightbird's call cut through the
damp dark and he felt like one of the
huddled creatures...only there was
nothing to draw warmth from.
He was acutely aware of the sound of
his own breathing and the sound of
his boots scooting on rocky mud.
He adjusted the back pack which held
the last thing she had given him and
continued the slow walk down the mountain.
It was pouring so hard he almost ran into
a cabin wall. If there was ever a door,
it wasn't there now so in he went.
A black blur of something went through
his legs and he almost fell.
As he regained his balance and heard the
click, he knew he was not alone.
-Ron Lyons
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2684 Posts |
Posted - 08/13/2011 : 09:16:01
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Albert let out a big sigh and said,
One thing you can say about me is
I always paid the rent. Every month
for forty years,through the good and bad
everlovin seasons up and down and
the long-lean-and-in-between days and nights;
back to the shocking 9/11 blue sky late January
day, Hudson a third frozen over on each side
with a band of moving water in the middle
heading for New York.
There was never a better day,
Albert said,
There was never a better time. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2684 Posts |
Posted - 08/14/2011 : 08:39:06
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We are tired of the game they're running on us.
We are too new to know.
We are sure we are the only lovers
that have ever felt this way.
We are hoping we are better every day
we get closer to death.
We are misunderstood and overlooked
and
underhandled and overbearing.
We are too much to take
except in small doses.
We are certain there is always
something left to lose and
nothing to gain or maybe it's
nothing left to lose and
evrything to gain.
We are sure we have lost decades to desires of the senses.
We are everything we needed to be
and nothing of what we thought we'd be.
We have never been to a Great Adventure or a Six Flags
but have been to the original Disneyland on mushrooms.
We are missing the way it used to be but
loving what it is and will be.
We are always only about twelve steps away
from falling down a rabbit hole.
We are folks that have worked our whole lives
but are hedonists at heart.
We are mostly delightful.
We are
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/15/2011 : 11:37:38
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We are the ones our parents warned us about…
AND
We are the ones who are now warning our children...
...to warn their children
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Becka
Sitter
91 Posts |
Posted - 08/15/2011 : 19:57:31
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And.... locking our doors!
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2684 Posts |
Posted - 08/18/2011 : 17:35:58
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Then it was silent except for the rain
and the drips from part of the open roof.
If it was to be a fight, he was ready with
the 2 dollar lighter he drew.
The light flickered over a racoon whom he
immediately named Rocky.
Rocky was finishing a late supper of squirrel
and dropping small bones on some sort of
slate floor.
They looked at each other and there appeared to
be world peace, at least in that tiny cabin.
He took the pack off and sat against the wall.
He had to find the sea and was waiting for some
sun to make the day a compass.
-Ron Lyons, 2004 |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2684 Posts |
Posted - 08/18/2011 : 19:47:47
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We sat on her back porch
drinking coffee waiting for
the twilight and the grass to grow thru the dust.
She said, You know, we made love once,
all those years ago.
I said,
You'd think I'd remember a thing like that.
She said, You were laying in your room,
barely conscious, mumbling about
making love to a green bottle.
I crept in wearing nothing
but Carmelita's vanilla
and never said a word.
I said,
Jesus, What else did you keep to yourself?
She whispered,
a sound like a butterfly sighing,
Have you looked at my girl's eyes? |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/19/2011 : 10:58:23
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hmmmmm
Sorry...no appropriate smiley.
tnx hnk
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