Coronation

Blessed Art Thou

in the

mind heart & soul

of

Rawclyde

!

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Enter Platonic Man

by Rawclyde !

Twirling like a po’ boy’s yo-yo

Like a holy dime

Like two friends are supposed to rhyme

Is Platonic Man too late?

The woman knows pain too well

Pure beauty & truth took a bullet

A po’ boy needs a second chance

But will he get it?

Probably not

Po’ boys never get a second chance

Unless a miracle occurs & the moment is right &

All the signs are brilliantly bright

Woe is ye & woe is me

Are creeps forever

Are two friends never

Is it too late for Platonic Man?

The stars are swirling

The sky is unfurling

Swear to God I can’t do anything right

Twirling twirling

Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2016

Stars

by Rawclyde !

Everyday after dinner

I wait for day

To go away

I can hardly wait

To dwell with the stars

& my heart’s guitars

Twanging for her

As I lay on the ground

Blanket thrown down

Is it really

To no avail

To once more set sail

To be

At her tattoo side

To get balled-out as “Creepy Clyde”?

In the starry trembling-train night

Ahh, the mighty dreams

Ohhh, the flighty schemes…

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Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2016

Drummer Photo Copyright Clyde Collins 2016

Art by Giacobino & Fedini at Deviant Art

(color modified considerably) & by Disney

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Mystical Phenomenology

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by Rawclyde!

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I see it in your eyes

Briefly on your belly

It’s there in splendor

The glorification of everything

& nothing at all

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Unlike embalmed scripture

You are living testament

Gobbling fish n’ chips

Heaven’s gate a chatter

Upon the threshold I swoon

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Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2016

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Yonder

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by Rawclyde!

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His lips caress her stomach

Her hand plays his head like a skillet

Ghost Face wakes up

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All those stars out there

No longer are of geometric design

They are scrambled

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He steps on the accelerator

A spitball leaps

Into the red hot coals

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Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2016

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Girl Scout of America

“Indubitable, Waskly!  Indubitable!”

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Baby yourself with a smooth landing

Try it, you’ll like it, unto eternity

At a careful little fire in a measureless night

Where each thorn is a gentle quiet reply

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The ground here is our planet’s cleanest

The universe provides no better place to sit

As it swirls your tallest tale above us

Old Rye’s reminder:  you are good company

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In fact it turns out you’re the best

The only one beside yours truly

For hours we say nothing

This pleases the cacti choir no end

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Rawclyde

!

(Art Copyright Beth Neely)

(Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2016)

On The Tip Of Your Nose

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It’s pretty damn obvious to me

The favorite rest stop of the universe

Is right on the tip of your nose

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Your particular nose

The one on yo’ face

I hope it’s no burden being informed of

This particular miracle & happenstance with which

We all must live ~ that the favorite rest stop

Of the entire universe

Is not on anybody else’s nose but yours

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I’ll leave you alone

I won’t harp on it

I’m shore there are other matters

You must focus on besides

The tip of your own

beautiful

nose

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Yours truly

Rawclyde

!

(Art by Lhianne & Genzoman)

Breaking Bread

by Elvis Bojangles

Here we sit

At table

Drinking coffee

Talking & chuckling

You

Your muse

&

I

Every once in a while

I get up

Replenish

The cups

At first I think

Your

Muse

Is me

Then I think

The inspiring entity

Only looks

Like me

Then I realize

The indescribable might not even be

Male or female

But an it

Finally I get up again

Refill the cups again

We all continue

Talking & giggling

&

We

Break

Bread

Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2016

Adam/Eve image by Cretu Andreas

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Calm & Aloof

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The

Lightning bolt

Cracks & poof

Suddenly I am calm & aloof

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Oh wily spirit dame

You’ve smoldered my hat

Oh smiley spirit dame

How’d you learn to do that?

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I don’t remember standing-up

Some how in suit n’ tails dressed-up

Holding in my hand a silver tray all shined-up

on which sits a coffee pot & cup

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Oh smily spirit dame

In flannel shirt & jeans

Oh wily spirit dame

How’d you find the means?

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“Serve me”

Condescendingly says you

Sitting at a table that is ridiculously

overdue

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The colossal

Cathedral inside a humble tent

Smiles like God

At the tail-end of Lent

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The hot coffee I calmly aloofly pour

Like I’ve done this some place else before

“We’re equals.  You may sit too.”

Magnanimously says you

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& I better believe

It’s true

As one coffee cup

Turns into two

!

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Elvis Bojangles

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Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2014

Black Bears Alaska copyright Ron Niebrugge

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