"They Drowned Their Own"

The third plate had persimmons.
That was when I noticed the
Unfaded square on the wall,
Then I asked if I could make a call.

Breaking down,
Doesn't everyone sooner or later?
If AAA is all that good,
Why doesn't it include broken people?

So the rollback comes,
Loads us up and rides the
Night out of Belltown,
Driver asks if I smelled the river.

"The Giantess' Repose"

She lay still in Pacific shallows,
Pretending to be a part of skyline,
Listening to the planshopeschemes
The mini-people floated from shoreline.

"moneyhealthjobsexdrugsrockandrollsportsart
Politicseconomytvradiointernetvacationchurch
schoolbillstaxshoppinghuntingfishingcarsdiets
parentschildrenIwardivorcemarriagejaildeath"

Her breath mingled with surfcrash,
Sighing moistly a lost whalesong refrain-
Pondering their futile fear of outgrowing
Life challenges, these children of pain.

"Facebook in the Seventies"

Breaker one-five!
That's where we hung out on the Citizen's Band
Around this neck of the woods.

These were all dear friends,
Some I never did or will meet.
Some passed on way too early-
Brenda Marie Bowers Bolinger,
Von Miller,
Dale Snyder,
Tom Pearson,
Gene Pearson…
3's and 8's to y'all, and others I
Know not recent news of…

A roll call of best memories-

66, Doodlebug,
Little Deer, Suzi Q,
Mountain Goat,
Nighthawk,
Shotgun,
Big Al, Minnie Mouse, Dr. Pepper,
East Texas, Kayo Kid, Wild Goose, Seatwarmer, Tex,
Jumping Judy(JJ), Bodyman, White Dove,
WT, Uncle Russ,
Hammerhead,
Ellie Mae,
Spiderman,
Mr. Kool, Soul Sister, Jackhammer,
Hound Dog Man,
Stokley Boy,
Guitar Man,
Little T,
Tireman,
Brown Eyes,
Tarzan…

See you all in that big coffee break in the sky,
Keep an eye out for Uncle Charlie!
This is Little Eagle, KFO-5700, signing off
One last time, forty years later…

"Peter Pan Meets the Clan"

My little town,
Is the best joint around,
Ne'er a sadly sound,
Even cats don't frown!

Good ole town square,
Is a retro street fair,
Clans stomp without care,
Faygo dandy pink hair.

Lo! A/ged K3 great hall,
Served with odd lobster ball,
Hardware store's mute jute call,
Fishing the darkman falls.

Musical high school,
Candy stripe teach rule,
Feckless plop glory fool
Covet Hook's peridot shoe.

No can/ned tea,
Free lobes DeeDee,
Creakie Coker's Salton Sea,
Buck's Bald TV.

"Lincoln Spring"

Pitch away
Your greyblue slate.
Trim & comb that beard.

Raise arms in praise
Toward Gideon's gate,
Warm rays basked shore.

I joined no Church,
So blessed or cursed-
Seek sanctuary in May.

“Dream of Beverly & Trampas”

Hurry and drop old sun,

Let black night’s blanket

Hug round and glide

The way back to the good.

Wearing puka shell necklace,

High top converse & LED watch.

High five the fast ride,

The backroads at night, the wood.

Beverly & me slip in the beer,

Beefsticks and cheese.

Play bingo in the back row,

Watch the movie on the hood.

Sic ‘em Trampas, sic ‘em.

Catch that rabbit by the cave,

Fight the wolf-dog after midnight,

Running red streaks when you could.

Beverly made me a Hobbit cake.

She read Lord of the Rings

Her senior Tornado year.

What a sight-

The Red Book of Westmarch traversing high school halls pressed against a Texas girl’s bosom.

I venture her adventure was ne’er traced again within those walls.

Combat with the wolf-dog

Took up more & more of Trampas’ time,

‘Til one day old Tramp didn’t even

Rest long enough to come home anymore.

I think those two still battle.

I may see them in my dark dream, in a silvery glade,

Surrounded by nightbirds and forest critters unseen.

Sic ‘im Trampas!

I don’t know if Beverly still has

The stuffed animal from the big fair that I won for her.

(She named him Smeagol)

She claims she don’t miss Texas, well I bet Texas misses her, like I miss Trampas.