evil eyes are meant to be looking - make yourself a spectacle a rare treat for the greed beast that knows no boundary
I watched the mist hang lazy over the pasture
Cows waking up to a slow chew
This is cowboy country with short bulls
I have been sitting on the horns of dilemma
The Zen fence
Favorite Performing Art Spaces:
Buddha at Weatherstone
I was sitting with flies hanging over my head when Buddha walked in - He had
just got out of a pale yellow Mercedes convertible
Wearing Carthart overalls -looked like he had been bucking hay - but I'm sure it
was him
I recognized the bald head and glasses beard and belly
His pocket watch hung from a gold rope - he may have had a bag of rice in his bulging pockets
He ordered a Chia Tea - sat across from me and focused on the flies - they
seemed disturbed but kept milling around
I smiled at the ivy fingering the weathered brick walls - I wondered why there
Where bars on the men's bathroom window
Elvis or maybe it was Arafat wanted to join our party but Buddha who was intent
on solving the fly problem would have nothing of it
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