| 1. Old men sit On park benches in shoes filled with newspapers Old men sit Yellow streams of piss Old men sit Constantly dribble |
2. The cats in the coliseum Become cousins of other cats Old gods become forgotten gods The towers of Camelot Fall into ruts like Soul City waiting on That Great Getting Up Morning |
| 3. Time go long upstairs, downstairs dress up dress down As one old dog I am done done going to get back up up in my tree |
4. I wanted to be the crocheted edges on the pillow case of life |
| 5. What the hell the war got my old man in Vietnam He lived off his pension too many years What the hell If me and Johnny |
6. When I was young I said twenty is old At fifty I pushed old age to seventy At ninety I said I am not sitting and waiting on death I am still pushing |
| 7. My black and brown and red brother Does your heart beat like mine Is your blood red like mine Are your tears salty I am the coyote I am the coyote returning |
8. What matter mine being the sigh of women who hadn't been in the marital bed for three years Scared shoes tell of my love life |
| 9. All of Alexander's campaigns were won with your hand in mine You warmed me at Valley Forge I dreamed you stepped |
10. Oh sea! Oh sea! Swelling pounding pulsating in crescendo foaming pulling mighty man to your bosom Oh sea! Oh sea! |
| 11. So what the hell! Sleeplessness and poor metabolism With memory loss and arthritic bones Why did I plant the tree today to bear fruit for fifty years Why am I planting hollyhock seed grapevines, mama's hibiscus this raspberry vine fruiting spring and autumn, twice per year Why? Fertility? NO This day dawning the sun the moon in the universe as an evolving person I go peacefully into and part of the magnanimous totality of God's dispensation. |
12. Love thou hast been in my life like pink trillium flowers, The petals dropped at the passing of a butterfly. |
| 13. I push you away This line you cannot cross though I beckon you nearer and charm you with all my charms I will still run away You will not lay me down And compromise my principals. |
14. We have only so much time after ball games the soaps the races Should I ever want, need to communicate with you I hear love yous from soap operas |
| 15. If I could detach myself from whisky mornings in corn fields listening to the scissors sound of horse drawn machinery in corn fields turning my back to pee Sick of sleeplessness |
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©Copyright, Lou Crabtree
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