The sky wept blood red tears
Onto the parched landscape
Forgotten apparel
Sway limply in the dead draft
Ruby Dust settles on neglected items
Lifeless items
  A monster approaches
Ready to swallow the world
And crush it with crimson teeth
Red Fingers as gentle as feathers
Yet ready to suffocate  
With strength of a thousand tigers
Armageddon is approaching
Death will be brought unto all

Shania ngarra Nelvin
he said in an SMS
she showed me,
grinning.

Smoke lingering in the kitchen,
a bucket catching drips of liquid
filling the silence with a comforting
consistency. A figure in the corner
with a cigarette in a chair

“we really get the snakes through here.

You know those lines carved in the desert by rainbow serpents brought me.
And the trains used to come by here, it was the train station.
On the grass I would make baskets and talk to the boys with my artwork.
cute ones, ones with diamonds to spare”

Outside; two lapwings, guarding
their nest in military formation.
On the roads, armored vehicles with armored people.
Police checking the parks for alcohol.

The palms wilting down, dead
brown, tangling the canopy
light in sporadic glimpses
on the concrete walls.

flipping baseball cards
in the flippin' school yard
pictures up, stats down
Drysdale, Koufax, Mantle, Spahn
or vice versa all around

retirement income source lost on the playground...

That's the good thing about possum innards, just as good the second day.
But whjen our dinner guests see what Granny is cooking, they run away.
These city fols have the weirdest reactions that I've ever seen.
When we serve buzzard eggs, they puke after their faces turn green.
Jethro is my nephew, and I need to have a long talk with that boy.
Mister rysdale loves our money but his wife is always annoyed.
Whenever we hear music, somebody is always at the door.
Even though Jethro is bigger, Elly May pins him to the floor.
People tend to catch on fire if they smoke after drinking from Granny's still.
As long as we have 100 million, MR. Drysdale won't let us leave Beverly Hills.

Oil was struck on my land and 100 million is what I was paid.
My nephew has a great education, he graduated the 6th grade.
Granny makes her own whiskey, and she makes lye soap.
But if you're wondering if the neighbors are happy, nope.
Mrs. Drysdale doesn't like us, she constantly complains.
She says living next to us is going to drive her insane.
Elly May is my daughter, and she's awful fond of critters.
But now she has rabies because her raccoon bit her.
My sister Pearl insisted that I move here from the South.
Elly May won't drink water, and she's foaming at the mouth.
Jethro does some cyphering, he can count up to ten.
If you've met somebody smarter, I'd like to know when.
I love my mansion, especially the billy yard room.
If you get too close to Granny's still, you'll be knocked out by the fumes.
The people of Beverly Hills wants us to move away.
But they'd better get used to us, we're here to stay.

Nobody knew the real Buddy Epsen. He lived his life like most of us changed our underpants: once a week. Born Hershel Hiney in 1908 in a small town just north of Sinatra country: Juneau, Alaska, Buddy or Hop Sing if he were on Bonanza, grew to enormous heights & became known as the homicidal giant which reflected perfectly his stature & murderous nature.
   Once graduated from Juneau's Technical & Eskimo College, Hop Sing {or Buddy as he was sometimes known} moved to Beverly Hills where he immediately became Jed Clampett the Beverly hillbilly. Along with Irene Ryan, or Grandy, he fathered 2 children: the beautiful & curvy Jethro played by Smokey Bear, jr. & Elly-Mae portrayed by the late Jackie Gleason. Together they lived on millions controlled by banker Milburn Drysdale, jr. & his secretary Miss Jane, the buxom actress Nancy Kulp. The popular T.V. Show ran for 9 years, 1962-71, earned 1,000's of emmy awards & is still attracting record audiences not just for the gratuitous **** love scenes between Jethro & Jackie Gleason but for the countless mini adventures of ****-****** intrigue brought home time & again by unbilled cameo character Mr. ****.

The long wait for a Don McCafferty lawn-mowing job has paid off,
after his coronary, that was delivered by a chronic, blow-dart cough
My meaty lung was stolen by Loretta Young or Mighty Joe Young,
Fu Manchu, William Proxmire & Disco Stu's disco boy named Sue
Spurting muco-pus drives selfish love-goo on the bus for sickly you
If your boyfriend's girlfriend were my girlfriend we'd be baited-Jew
different as Sunday at night'd hold a leggings-not-tonight-night clue
Don't ask me something showroom-beauty new about Drysdale, my
pellagra-plagued beau as he is, once again, a cheese-paring no-show
Let's gnaw on Waffle House buns until your trans-pan gaskets blow
because it's the embers left by coal that give off the burnt-coal glow
that makes for fires kindled from sources fired from coke far below

Before death let us do our best work to **** everyone who ain't dead
to stop Arthur "Two Sheds" Jackson from buying a 3rd garden shed
for Saint John's Day masonical ***-wipes who are crazy in the head
while Satanical queers Asiatical eat greedily Christians they are fed
as Christianical blood-drives zap anemical parishioners overly bled
'Tis nicer on God's flat Kingdom that globe composites orbit unsaid
into ears that hear Satan's Templar texts that are better heard unread
to avert calamitous catastrophes & catastrophical calamities instead
among ****** bedridden with venereal diseases that keep 'em abed
under the fanatical stress of breakin' Holy God's cherry nuns *****
that did nothing to stop Mrs. Drysdale from ******* old Uncle Jed
as over a snow bank'd plow a Firestone Winterforce tire snow tread
in a spanking-*** way to slide over raked-cheeks of plasma-pink red
to acknowledge a disgusted Fred Lesbian changing his name to Ted
with nary a ***** for pock-arsed Miss Jane to flee after granny fled
to satisfy a *****'s mattress-wide demand for a spread-eagle spread
in the wake of cruel melancholia that dogs ponces into a blue dread
under a cloud of ritual ****** that yanks a john like woollen thread
through a nudely-**** baker's apron as she nudely bakes **** bread

The long wait for a Don McCafferty lawn-mowing job has paid off,
after his coronary, that was delivered by a chronic, blow-dart cough
My meaty lung was stolen by Loretta Young or Mighty Joe Young,
Fu Manchu, William Proxmire & Disco Stu's disco boy named Sue
Spurting muco-pus drives selfish love-goo on the bus for sickly you
If your boyfriend's girlfriend were my girlfriend we'd be baited-Jew
different as Sunday at night'd hold a leggings-not-tonight-night clue
Don't ask me something showroom-beauty new about Drysdale, my
pellagra-plagued beau as he is, once again, a cheese-paring no-show
Let us gnaw on Walffle House buns until your oil-pan gaskets blow
because it's the embers left by coal that give off the burnt-coal glow
that makes for fires kindled from sources fired from coke far below

Don't ask me something showroom-beauty new about Drysdale, my
pellagra-plagued beau as he is, once again, a cheese-paring no-show