the ghost of
Elvis
continued
eating
and
stopping
and plopping.

they sure were
going
no where
purty
****
quick

thought the
big fat bus
with the
big fat
yellow bootay...

something needs to be done
and
lickety
quick.....

pondered the big
fat bus
with the BIG fat Yellow Bootay...

cool rain falls,
Randall and the
manly cowboy
talk
drink
coffee

frolick about
in the rain

in a land
sacred & high

boots march in
carrying guns

****** the land
destroying her soul

maroon robes
ignite to the night

huge yellow canoes
float out to the world

can you not hear
all our cries from here?

riding like the wind
over desert so ancient
full moon above
three eyes on you

stallions Arabian
strong & powerful
thundering along
away from everyone

chatter & lights
receeding into the dark night
never looking back
leaving everyone

wandering in circles
laughing & leaping
eons of being
lapping at thee

night so long
don't let it ever end....

silence calling me i shall answer