Footprint Eleven


Fear

of

your

   sneer ~


Fear

of

my

   beer ~


Even

fear

of

   cheer ~


And fear

of fear

of fear

 of fear!


Fear of

being hit by

lightning

   from up above ~


But most of all

fear

of fear

of fear of Love!


I'm afraid

of

going

   to hell ~


I'm afraid

of

going

   to jail ~


I'm afraid to

sleep

outside

under the mooooooon!


I'm afraid

of

going

   broke ~


I'm afraid

of

having

   a stroke ~


I'm afraid

of living too long

n' of dying

too sooooooon!


I'm afraid of getting

hit by a train

when

   I cross the tracks ~


I'm not afraid of poetry

but

I'm afraid of

   all the facts ~


I'm

a-

fraid

of insult!


I'm afraid

of evil women

but I'll

   never find a saint ~


Of course I'm afraid

of inhaling

too many fumes when

   I paint ~


And

the

re-

sult!


My boss says

it must be my hat

that

   it's on too tight ~


Meantime, I'm

afraid

my boss is

   always right ~


And I'm afraid

I'm

over forty

now!


I'm afraid of

computers and

too much

   responsibility ~


I'm even

afraid

of

   respectability ~


But I suspect

I'll get a-

long

   some howwwwwww...




Footprint Twelve


So I spun

around again on

thee

   old bar stool ~


Didn't want to

sit thare

and stare

   like an old fool ~


At

the

ghost

   of Davy ~


Gettin'

thick

n'

weighty


With

our

Morning

   Star ~


The wild n' free

for whom

I

   would only go so far ~


But

glory

glory

   glory beeeeeee ~


That damned stool

would-

n't stop

   spinning me ~


'Round n' 'round

I went

spinning like a

   spinning top ~


At the bar

I

tried to

   stop ~


Tried to

order

me

   a beer ~


But

Burt

 did-

   n't hear ~


The wind

of the spin

was

    too swift ~


From granny

to 4th

the stool's

   gear had shift ~


I saw Ms. Star

kiss

Davy once

   and then twice more ~


And the spinning stool

spun

n' spun

forevermore!


But

I am

glad

   to say ~


After

half

a

   spinning day ~


I

fell

to

   the flooooooor ~


Crawled

to

the

   doorrrrrrr ~


Kicked

it

open, open

   and wide ~


And as I left

Pretty Burt

called out

"See you later, Clyde!"




Footprint Thirteen


Dear

Lord

up

   above ~


Hub of

the rollin'

wheel

   of Love ~


Today

is

Easter

   Sunday ~


And

come

what

   may ~


Ye have placed

me

in the sweetest place

   I've ever been ~


Inside this haunted

tug

half buried

   only you know when ~


In

the

crunchy

   sand ~


Of

a hot

forbidden

   land ~


Mexican children

chatter and play

around

   its buried hull ~


Above which lives

el gringo

who is getting so

   old n' dull ~


He hardly ever

comes outta

its

   worped old pilot house ~


Inside of which

he's become

quiet as

   a knocked-out mouse ~


Day

af-

ter

   day ~


 Writ-

ing

a-

   way ~


And rot-

ting

a-

   way tooooooo ~


Beneath this

vast

wind blowing

glowing blue!


Oh

I

thank

   Thee ~


For

this

op-

   portunity ~


To

express

so

   free ~


My tattered

be-

lief

in Thee...




Footprint Fourteen


A tramp in the chapel

of the mission

the mission of

No Return ~


Sang for the meal

just licked

up and the bunk

   for which he yearn ~


Ohhhhhhh

to Jesus

he

   done sing ~


Ohhhhhhh

to the Light

he

   done cling ~


'Til

real-

i-

zation up n' sting ~


Like a bee

with

a broken

   wing ~


His

empty

brain dead

   head ~


Something like this

the real-

i-

zation said:


"Once a

praying boy

now a

   praying man ~


"Like a

braying mule

I'm just a

   hired hand ~


"Adrift and out

of work

in a

   burning land ~


"Once a

yearning boy

now a

   yearning man ~


"Wishes he

was

a holy holy holy

monk instead!"


Thus was

the realization

in

   a homeless man's head ~


As he

sat

and

   sang ~


In

a

singing

   gang ~


A

singing

motley

   crew ~


Singing

for

their

   stew...




Footprint Fifteen


Later

outside the mission

the moon-lit mission

   of No Return ~


While

standing there watching

the end

   of his cigarette burn ~


One tramp amongst

many

lost

   in the night ~


Said to thee

eternal

infinite

 living Light:


"I am

blocked

from

   Thee ~


"To such

a

massive

   degree ~


"That

I am

a mongrel

   spiritually ~


"What is this

big block

blocking Thee

from me?


"Why

can't

I

   be ~


"Spirit-

u-

al-

ly a pedigree?


"Ahhhhhhh

to

crack

   this dam ~


"This

 con-

crete

   dam ~


"This

Hooooooo-

ver

   Dam ~


"With a

big

o'

ca-blammmmmmm!"




 

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Vampirella gets away from Boris Vallejo...                                       The Ansel Adams shot taken in 1942...


Ansel Adams

http://www.anseladams.com/famousanseladamsimages_s


Boris Vallejo

http://vallejo.ural.net


Vampirella

http://www.carter-stephenson.co.uk/vampirella.htm