slimy bastards
they’re all over the place
never listenin’ ta
the charmers
no matter how good they are
fancy flutes
lutes
harps
even geetars amped up on fenders
robin trower
i’ve heard him.
might just do…
break the teeth of those ‘obras
crack
snap
psalm 58
such a thief he is
that poet monkey bar slim
no.
iguana.
sets on thick branches
really thinks the Japanese guys with Nikons don’t see him
click, click, click-click-click
flash
eyes don’t blink
don’t know if he even think
now, does anybody? huh.
gishi bian
26 july 2018
7:31 pm mst usa
So glad about Doris being back. She’s fryin’ up Iguana meat tonight.
Yea.
feeding iguanas to my pet grape
Iguana eating grapes
Often, I ask Jesus about this or that.
Especially about my doings.
My Iguana doings.
One day,
He said “no matter,
it’s belief that counts.
I’ve done the doing.
At the cross.
In blood.
My blood.
Nobody really wants to get behind it anymore.
Keep the faith.
Stay close.
We’re gonna get there.
You follow,
you’ll do.
It’s automatic.
I chose you.
And you said, ‘yes.”
Since all this, I try:
gentleness,
tenderness,
meekness,
and loud music.
Led Zepplin mostly.
Well, believe what you want,
it’s Doobie time.
Doobie Brothers | Jesus Is Just Alright
fin
Yellow Rose Publications
chicken’s out.
now it’s a butterfly.
