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FAKE Elector

Robert was a carpenter, a FAKE Elector too, He lived in Palominas where 92 runs through. Had an acre down on Cana where he plied his trade, And it was full of all the storage sheds he made. Maybe had a fling with the trucker’s wife next door, ‘til the hubby came home and figuredContinue reading “FAKE Elector”

Hope

The crackle of the fire slowly fades away, its embers mark the end of another day. The winter snow doth glisten in the soft moonlight, like a Monet painting of a frosty night. Outside all is quiet, the carolers have gone home, the stranger he is welcome, this is not the nightContinue reading “Hope”

Dear Santa

Dear Santa, I know I havn’t written since Nineteen Fifty-Two, But lately I’ve been feelin’ sorta sad and kinda blue. There’s trouble in the world and strife across the land, And things have sorta gotten a little out of hand. So as you pack your sleigh and head out on you way, I’d just likeContinue reading “Dear Santa”

Mule Pass

Up on Mule Pass there’s no place you can turn, Just a tunnel to the past, no bridges left to burn. Right beyond the pass there lies another world, Where I can hide from the troubles I have unfurled. Up ‘til now I reckin’ I haven’t had a care, I’ve learned to hang my hatContinue reading “Mule Pass”

Gene Vincent Show

Be bop a lula, Gene Vincent Show, Heard all about it on the radio. He’s comin’ to town with electric guitars, A rockin’ piano fit for the stars. Glasgow, Montana will be rockin’ on out, Cuz Rock and Roll is what it’s about. He’ll grab the mike stand and sing with theband, He’s the bestContinue reading “Gene Vincent Show”

Lost Father

Book Review My daughter, Michele, has written a compelling new book. Some stories are not easy to tell. Being the father of a lost child is one of them. The main character, Bruce, is suddenly contacted by someone from the past. The story relates the anguish, the sorrow and the secrets he has kept hiddenContinue reading “Lost Father”

Orange Jesus

Oh, the things that we do for Orange Jesus, He gets everything that he pleases. We may have forgotten the times, We had to ignore all His crimes. We have to believe all His lies, And proclaim Him noble and wise. We have to ignore all the files, That name his pals as pedophiles. IfContinue reading “Orange Jesus”

Urban Coyote

On the other side of Main there is a little wash, Where lives a wily coyote with cunning and panache. He don’t mind the traffic, the hubbub and noise, Sneakin’ through the broom bush is what he enjoys. When he’s done with chasin’ that Roadrunner bird, He will run off with the Javelina herd. InContinue reading “Urban Coyote”

Pilgrims

by Robert Service For oh, when the war will be overWe’ll go and we’ll look for our dead;We’ll go when the bee’s on the clover,And the plume of the poppy is red:We’ll go when the year’s at its gayest,When meadows are laughing with flow’rs;And there where the crosses are greyest,We’ll seek for the cross thatContinue reading “Pilgrims”

The Man at the Post Office

The unseeing eyes, the burns on his face, His little newsstand seemed out of place. He sold papers and candy and cigarettes, Someone told me he was one of the vets, As a young man he had heard the call, Without caring that he might fall. He tore into Hell where the firing was hot,Continue reading “The Man at the Post Office”