they got some heat here in the West
wash the paint right off your car
with that big heater way on fire
you better make steps to run and hide
reminds of a song called ball of confusion
but it wasn't about our fiery star
but about this blue satellite
this satellite having attracted
a rare cosmic cowboy able to sink his spurs
into us real good
all night long and
long past daytime
But not simple matter to achieve gallup
blue seems to want to remain in the same place
all the time
all the damn time
Hope can be the thought of movement towards something different
the movement of said satellite for instance
and ain't no doubt this is one hell of
a mind bending exceptional place
one hell of a
Been here a long time too
a long time
in case you didn't get that
just stand by a solid big old red rock
and breathe the air and watch
the millennia roll by like thunderheads
which then dance like primordial goop
deep inside a shiver
Hey remember when folks used to sit around campfires
and someone would strum a guitar and people
would all sing a song together
that was a pretty nice time
a memory in a music box
locked up
And it's great people are still singing today
even though it's a lot different
So easy to see kids sitting around
strunmming on those electronic devices
singing, playing and
making up stuff
making stuff up
light on their faces
Out in the garage I got some beer stashed
sometimes I think it's just waiting for a party
to happen
if there was ever time to get out the invitations
put the pretzels in the bowl and such
It's gonna be a damn good time
but a little tricky keeping good chill
on all that beer
My momma and daddy, bless their souls,
would have been the first ones to arrive
but my mom would want a bourbon old fashioned
so the ice needs to be out and not forget to put it
away so there's some remains for more
Never did mind drinking on my own though
still do it all the time
especially when Mr. Sun slides the
covers over his head
Keeping most of that heat to his old self
is really all right with me
even though, you know I can still dig on the vitamin D thing
Don't get me wrong I'm still rooting for the
son of a bitch
be just too fucking cold without that big heater
I wouldn't even be able to scratch my little letters
into the dust on my electronic device
something damn attractive about them devices
So it gets crazy sometimes (with the dust)
If I hada basement I might keep some alcohol
down there too and maybe a couple or three of
some ripped out chrome and vinyl bar stools from some ice cream counter
when I was a kid (Bryers)
my dad would have saved them for me
and attempted to fix them
But at this point I'm just glad I had enough
sense to come in out of the soaring temps
my brain likes a creative cook but doesn't like to cook itself
into a stew not meant to be
"my brain likes a creative cook but doesn't like to cook itself"
I'm very much in favor of this explorer's sense of writing you've come up with, it has a great sense of fun and possibility to it, but be careful not to let things get too loose--remember you're the guy in charge. Once you've grown the plant you want to exist you don't really need to glue on any extra limbs to make it feel a complete fit in the garden. It will do that all by itself. Sometimes the sky and clouds are enough to give it that added dimension you are looking for.
Love the voice (especially the looseness--no offense, Darryl). This is my favorite stanza:
"Been here a long time too
a long time
in case you didn't get that
just stand by a solid big old red rock
and breathe the air and watch
the millennia roll by like thunderheads
which then dance like primordial goop
deep inside a shiver" *
None taken, Mathew--I'm a big fan of Tim Young. I love reading everything he writes. I'm glad he's out there.
Isn't this something. I agree too loose could be a hinderance but loose on its own is usually good. Anyway I am so pleased to have such a discussion on this page about this poem. And you know my heartfelt thanks reaches out to both Darry and Mathew!
Enjoyed.
Much appreciated, Gary.
Enjoyed!