Footprint 76


After I

so

logically

   done spoke ~


My demon dame

reaches deep

into her

   purple cloud cloak ~


Pulls out a

beef

hot

   link ~


'N before I can

speak

or

   think ~


She tosses this

meat

into

   my skeleton hand ~


Coolly says, "Tie on

this

and do it

   like a man..."




Footprint 77


Diamondy

deserty

stars

   appear one by one ~


'Til they're flashing

n' splashing

all around muh' old tug n'

   having oh so much fun ~


Twinkling and

twinkling and

twinkling

    some mo' ~


As I kindly n' gently

bugger

this wildly wanton

   pearly boned ho'...




Footprint 78


The

follow-

ing

   dawn ~


Yeeeeeeep,

She

is

   gone ~


Capt'n Beef Hot Link

forever grins

and steers

   ye olde boat ~


Keeps

it

a-

   float ~


'Tween two jagged

pillars

of

   rock ~


With one minute

to one

still

   stuck on the clock ~


The

tug

tugs

   along ~


As the skull n' bones

Capt'n

pens

   this here endless song ~


 Un-

able

to

   bribe ~


Thee Holy Spirit

to help

him

   describe ~


This vast n' empty

 des-

 o-

   late land ~


Nothin' but

sky

 nothin'

   but sand ~


Scrub

here

 n'

   thare ~


A cactus plant man's

hand

it's

   stuck in 'de air ~


Eternally

of

course

   waving hello ~


 Down

'dare

 be-

   lowwwwwww ~


Oops

plicker

smick

smack!


I beg thee

Ageless Arteeeeeeest,

please, pull

   up some slack ~


"My tug!

   My ship!"

it's crashing into

   a cliff ~


The rock splits

like cardboard

that's

   jus' kinda stiff ~


What?

that's

   right ~

   the cliff ~


It's like painted

card-

board

that's jus' kinda stiff!


One

lonely

tug

   breaks thru ~


Outta a deep shade

of purple

into

   old friendly blue ~


Yeeeeeeeap, one

haunted

tug

   breaks thru ~


Turns out we're still

stuck in the sand of

la Mexican trailer park

   like not much is new ~


Whew!




Footprint 79


I got

a

body

   again ~


And

a

face

   with skin ~


And the clock

is purring

 a-

   way ~


And it's just

 a-

 noth-

   er day ~


Alleluhia!

no

  mo'

   purple haze ~


Alleluhia!

no

  mo'

   skeleton phaze ~


God almighty!

I'm

no longer just

   skull n' bone ~


It's like I've escaped

the

Twilight

   Zone...




Footprint 80


Now that I'm back

home

sweet

   lovely home ~


I no longer

want

to be

   alone ~


Dig into

the pocket

of

   my jeans ~


Where

I find

the

   means ~


To visit

the

local

  saloon...




 

Top Hat:

Big Shot Skeleton Man

by G. Forsberg


High-Heeled Bootie:

a local saloon girl