The Way of the Damned

Sisyphus pushes his rock up hill

While Atlas bears his load.

Damned by the ire of capricious gods,

Forced down a toilsome road.

And so it is with the gods of thrill

Who trap and hold you fast

With opioids and images,

Perniciously unsurpassed!

Beware the promise of wealth or skill

Contained in a bottle brown.

Hold to the rod of simple truth

Lest you be taken down!

Summer

Egrets wade a pool

Lazy summer pollywogs

Wriggle to get free

Jeepin'

I was bouncing along down in four-wheel low,

The road was rough and the goin’ was slow,

Now the puddle ahead didn’t seem too deep

Cuz I was ridin’ high, yep I was drivin’ a jeep.

But when I hit that mud now, I started to drift,

So I clutched it hard but I missed my shift.

I was stuck for sure, I couldn’t make it move. 

I weren’t rigged for muddin’, I was stuck in a groove!

Well some good ol’ boys come a ramblin’ along

“We’ll get ya out, but It sure seems wrong.

Next time ya’ll get yourself stuck in a seep

You’ll need a wench on the front of yer jeep!”

Well I washed my rig, cuz I’d just got paid

And headed on in to the big parade.

When I got to town, I was feeling real good

So I picked up my gal and put her up on the hood.

When I turned the bend you should’a heard ‘em yell

To look at my Rosie up there shakin’ her tail.

Them good ol’ boys were goin’ beep, beep, beep

Cuz I had a wench on the front of my jeep!

The Huntsman's Plight

In darkened wood he takes a knee and weeps

The blood trail’s gone, and with it all that’s good

He knows not where the stag has gone to sleep

His children’s aching bellies want for food

The blood trail’s gone, and with it all that’s good

Dappled shadows hide the trail he seeks

His children’s aching bellies want for food

A stoic face belied by tear-washed streaks

Dappled shadows hide the trail he seeks

Until the sun reveals it at his feet

A stoic face belied by tear-washed streaks

With hope restored that soon his brood will eat

Until the sun reveals it at his feet,

He knows not where the stag has gone to sleep.

With hope restored that soon his brood will eat,

In darkened wood, he takes a knee and weeps.