Back Desert Trail

Javelina

 by Cloyd Campfire

July 2009

 

     The papa pretty much had me trained well enough to be a true friend to javelinas.  A few more sessions would have cinched the possibilities of my admittance into the family group of three.  Perhaps I could have begun running around with these so-called “wild pigs.”  But, alas, I stopped sleeping in the flower bed and retreated to a more regular sleeping arrangement at the VA domiciliary nearby.

     Sleeping on the streets of the friendly town of Prescott was not near as luxurious an experience as sleeping in a sleeping-bag and tent in the woods.  Now all I had was a Mexican blanket and a plastic banner advertizing Corona Beer.  The blanket went on top, the banner beneath me.  And I did catch a few winks every night.  I stayed warm inside my long-johns and clothes also, and often with my shoes on.

     I slept on town ground now because this supposedly involved less walking than sleeping in the little-bit distant national forest.  Also, I think, I was in town now instead of the woods because I was ~ returning.  But returning to what, I did not know.

     The flower bed in which I dreamed was full of happy-go-lucky roaches about the size of quarters.  It was their flower bed ~ but the little buggers left me alone ~ mostly.  The Big Dipper star formation lolly-gagged above.  Near dawn this starry delight would be a-rest on the top of a tree ~ like a faithful clock.  This spot o’ mine (I hesitate to call it a “camp”) was nestled in varied high-bred foilages planted by man, that kept me adequately camoflauged from discovery by the town populace and their police.  By and by, a few folks knew where I slept despite my constant sneeking around like a secret agent.  I had the funny feeling they, which might have even included a campus cop, were looking out for me and making sure I wasn’t disturbed.  That’s Prescott for you.

     This flower bed was located in a serene corner of a modest-sized park, intricately tucked under the arm, so to speak, of Yavapai Community College ~ and with sculptures.  My bed went unnoticed behind a neat little amphitheater built of loose brick.  Boulders, a sparsely-leafed tree, a yawning ditch were part of this corner.  The whole park was pretty much un-noticed by everybody.  Traffic and traffic lights, and other lights in the night, gave my corner a Disneyland-ride like atmosphere that wasn’t too unpleasant.  Taxicab drivers & their mechanics worked on a nearby side street ’til dawn.  This rest stop o’ mine was not the most ideal, but I liked it, and slept here most nights for a couple months.

     The first time I met the papa I mistook him for a dog ~ perhaps a large Scottish terrier on the loose and rabid in the night.  He come up over a rock and menacingly growled at me.  I was putting on my long-johns.  In the midst of this vulnerable acrobatic, I growled in panic back at the son of a nymph-monk and threatened him with a tennis shoe.  The javelina backed-off into the night-time shadows ~ just like a prop on a Disneyland ride.  A moment later, he and his family, whom I ofcourse thought were dogs also, passed on in the light-speckled ditch below.  Shrugging off this startling misadventure, I finished my chore and lay me self down for some winks in this Prescott wonderland.

     During the day I would gather whatever free food & coffee was where-ever available.  I made myself known on computers and read and dosed in the public and college libraries.  On some evenings I would dally around the courthouse, downtown, where free entertainment could be attended, or I would buy a bag o’ nuts with my federal food-stamp card and go watch a softball game, as I awaited the descending darkness.  One evening, a-hunt for new ground upon which to lay, I stumbled into the middle of a Yavapai Apache pow-wow, which proved to be a pleasant enlightment.

     And, of course, I knew the homeless folks and had some homeless friends.

     It wasn’t too many nights later when these damn dogs, or what I mistook to be dogs, returned.  They were more interested in a large bush a-blossom by which I slept than in me ~ and left.  Probably they were after those tasty roaches.  A skunk, or perhaps a squirrel, lived in a burrow under the plant also.  And I went back to sleep.      

     I would like to mention, here, that the park also held in its night-time embrace a slick little coyote, of whom I got a good look once.  From some distance away, atop a dune, he peered in my direction with his ears expanded like oriental fans.  I whistled.  He slunk away in the dim glow of the park lanterns.

     Finally the day came that I was admitted into the VA domiciliary.  The night before this happy step into a refurbished future ~ is when I made my big discovery.  They weren’t dogs.

     Deep into the last night in my favorite spot, I suddenly awoke, peered around ~ and there’s papa!  He’s sneeking up on me, two or three feet away.

     “What the hell do you want?” I muttered.

     He jumped back a step, then kept approaching.

     “Get the hell away from me,” I spluttered.  Exasperated, I picked up a handful of flower-bed mix, threw this combination of dirt and wood-chips at him.  I didn’t throw the stuff at him very hard.  I didn’t want to be too unfriendly to anybody in the middle of the night.  But I did not want this particular dog sneeking me a kiss, either, while I was trying to sleep.

     He got the hint.  He turned around, and very casually sauntered away.  As he turned around, I got my first sideways view of him.  The night-time lighting was just right for me to see this dog, as he turned around, transform into an honest-to-goodness wild javelina!

     My oh my.

     There was a rustling behind me.  In a sitting-up position now, I turned around.  Whoa, there was another one behind me.  And another behind me again.  I was surrounded!

     But there was nothing to worry about.  They were just passing by ~ papa, mama, and the little one.  I remember the little one climbed up over a rock and toppled down on the other side.  The three of them spent some time moseying around that corner of the park, sniffing at this and that.  Then, very casually, in no kind of hurry what-so-ever, they headed back to the ditch and, one by one, disappeared in the bushes.

     That was the last I saw of them.

Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2015

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Rhymer, Let’s Burn One!

The Secret Passage

by

Davy Crockett Reincarnated

(2007)

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Where might be
The secret passage
To heaven?

Might ye
Buy it
At the Seven-Eleven?

Where is this passage
Thru which so many
Seek to pass?

Is it in thy
Beloved’s eye
Or at Sunday Mass?

Please tell me
Oh Lord
Where I might find

This passage to the
Oblivion of torment
In my mind

Can it be found
Upon
The desert trail?

Or might it be
Delivered
In the mail?

Oh Lordy Lordy
I am
Growing feint

Can it be found in
A parable or
A can of paint?

Oh my darlin’
Is this secret passage
A beatitude?

Or per chance
Is it a more
Reverent attitude?

Or oh mother
Mary
Up above

Is
It just plain old
True blue love?

And
If
It be

What kind of
True blue love
Must we

Seek
Of
Thee?

Love enslaved
Or
May it be

Wild
&
Free?

Will it come only with
Lots of prayer
Or simply naturally?

Where is this
Secret passage to
Oh my heaven?

Certainly it cannot
Be bought at
The Seven-Eleven!

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art by David Lozeau

http://www.davidlozeau.com

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The Jesus Litany

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Lord, have mercy

Christ, have mercy

Lord, have mercy

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Christ, hear us

Jesus Christ, graciously hear us

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God

Our Father in Heaven

Have mercy on us

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God

The Son

Redeemer of the world

Have mercy on us

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God

The Holy Spirit

Have mercy on us

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Holy Trinity

One God

Please have mercy on us

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Jesus

Son of the Eternal Father

Formed by the Holy Spirit in the womb of Holy Mary

Please have mercy on us

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Jesus

substantially united

to

the

Word of God

Sacred Temple of God

Tabernacle of the Most High

Burning Furnace of Charity

please

have

mercy

on

us

!

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Heart of Jesus

Abode of Justice & Love

Abyss of All Virtues

Most Worthy of All Praise

Center of All Hearts

please

have mercy on us

~

In Whom

are all treasures of wisdom & knowledge

In Whom

dwells the fullness of divinity

In Whom

the Father was well pleased

please have mercy mercy on us

!

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Heart of Jesus

of whose fullness we have all received

have mercy

~

Heart of Jesus

desire of the everlasting hills

please have mercy

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Heart of Jesus

patient & most merciful

Heart of Jesus

enriching all who invoke Thee

Heart of Jesus

fountain of life & holiness

bruised for our offenses

pierced with a lance

source of all consolation

our life & resurrection

our peace & our reconciliation

please

have

mercy mercy mercy

on

us

!

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Jesus

meek & humble of heart

Jesus

victim of our sins

Jesus

salvation of those who trust in Thee

Jesus

delight of all the saints

please

make

our

hearts

like

to

Thine

!

~

Lamb of God

who taketh away the sins of the world

please listen

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Lamb of God

who taketh away the sins of the world

please hear us

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Lamb of God

who taketh away the sins of the world

graciously hear us, Oh Lord

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Almighty

&

Eternal God

Please look upon the Heart of Thy most beloved Son &

upon the praises and satisfaction which He offers Thee in the name of us sinners.

To those who implore Thy mercy,

in Thy great goodness, please grant forgiveness

in the name of the same Jesus Christ, Thy Son, who livest and reignest with Thee

Forever and Ever.

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Amen

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editor

Rawclyde!

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