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Feels of the Farm – Flax
REMEMBERING VALDY
REMEMBERING VALDY
Play me a rock and roll song
or don’t play me no song at all
I might not remember your name
but I know you’re a friend all the same
when you put the needle down
on that record by the bed
Everything that still moves moves
and memories come flooding back
Girls and cars and beer
as every year becomes that year
Thank you dear
THE GIRL FROM AWAY
THE GIRL FROM AWAY
I was sixteen, it was summer
Hauling wheat to town in the 3 ton Chevy
A quart of store-bought buttermilk
on the seat for the trip back to the ranch
There was a girl, my age and beautiful
visiting in the last house on the left
Sometimes she would be
on the street or in the yard
The truck was new and powerful
I was farm boy healthy, strong
We were hitting on all cylinders
It was warm, the window was open
I was in love, the buttermilk was cold
NUDE
NUDE
Naked is not the same as nude
Naked is a baby
on a bearskin rug
Grandma in a nursing home
daily bathed by cold-eyed nurse
Nude is Venus rising from the sea
Nude is Marilyn
posing for a calendar
with nothing on but the radio
PUERTO MORELOS DAWN
PUERTO MORELOS DAWN
Little wooden boats
lap dancing with the shore
AN OLD RECIPE
AN OLD RECIPE
When the getting into of drawers
while still a great pleasure
has ceased to be
an obsession
There still remains
(perhaps the best)
The loving spoon
and the cupping
of a breast
THE OLD WILDCATTER
THE OLD WILDCATTER
Sad as a West Texas duster
he sits on a cracked vinyl stool
Remains of youth and charm
slip through a dry-hole smile
Still drilling from habit
the wild lands of women
Still praying for gushers
CRAB APPLE LOVE
CRAB APPLE LOVE
You’d be crabby too
if you’d been through
what I’ve been through
Yes, you might be a little crabby too
if all your relatives looked down on you
Sweet Granny Smith with her stem in the air
pretending she’s green as the unmown grass
has a worm hole or two I could tell you about
And there’s just no living with cousin Mac
since that damn computer came out
But enough about them, let’s talk you and me
how I’m so much more than an ornament tree
About how lonely I am, and inviting you in
your teeth in my flesh and your lips on my skin
So if you’re looking for love that’s true to the core
I’m telling you love, you’ll be looking no more
If you’re looking for a love that’s going to stick
I’ve got plenty of pectin to do that old trick
And we can be jammin’ all night and all day
if you’ll bring some sugar, and meet me half way
THEY KAMA THEY SAW
THEY KAMA THEY SAW
All day the tourists walk
through ancient temples
of the East
Hour after streaming hour
viewing image after image
of erotic grace and coupling
Taking it in – Taking it in
By evening statues carved of stone
have become soft flesh in them
With the women
the transformation is total
with the men – almost