“I have been conquered by California…”
UPDATE: JOB takes the bait:
Pyrrhic
I have been conquered by California;
They will find me part of the Southwest
Brooding the severe browns of sunsets
Somewhere as the desert pales with stars
And my nostrils fill with dust and sand.
I have been conquered by California,
And I drive to a drive-thru dawn
Along the unbroken record of stereo desert,
Unready and unrested for my sandy sunrise.
I have been conquered by California
And you cannot make love in a park there
‘Cause everyone makes love in a park there;
Gold is god; God is cheap; both are rare
And I have been conquered by a stare
Long-drawn from the sea and falling there.
I have stroked the back-side of perversity;
It is only the anthem colors of a peacock
And I have been conquered by honey in the sand
That gums up the phosphorous gears of the tide.
I raise my eyes to Arizona’s dull brown peachick,
The desert is only a planet on the peacock’s tail.
Already its cry comes back, calling for the sun
To afflict the approaching landscape, nightborne,
Hatching a mirage of past and present,
As dust devils and pack-rats flit and flirt
Along the side of the road, playing with victory.
-Circa 1992
Last I heard of JOB is he was slain by hill trolls near the river Anduin, just west of Madison. Are the rumors true?
I’m pretty sure that JOB is invincible within the borders of any state as spirit-soaked as Wisconsin.
Are you wearing the cuban dictator hat before it was cool?
There’s a first time for everything. I loved that hat.
As my math brain is telling me that you weren’t 21 in 1992, I presume you two were enjoying Libby’s Juicy Juice (TM).
Charles, you are the funniest thing to ever hit Godsbody…
It’s all a lie! I deny every pixilated bit of it!
(Oh, and I still have my hat….)
JOB
JOB,
You disappoint me. Here I went and set you up with a line from one of your own poems… I thought sure you would post the rest of it.
Matthew,
(Wink.)
JOB
(Why is it that every time I leave a comment on Godsbody, I look at it a few hours later, and it reads like it was written by a smart ass? Best not answer that. Anyway, that’s not my intention.
I want to be like CM, who, for my money, is the finest conveyor of tone in the comboxes of Catholic blogs I know. I still snicker thinking about his reflection on Thomas Kinkade some months back. Razor wire.)
Sorry to digress. I’m going to go look up “peachick” now.
This looks like a Bartles and James ad…
Charles,
Not to worry – you came off fine.
What’s that NYT doing in my taverns? Talk about bar rag….
If a woman don’t want rosaries on their ovaries, fine; but then I have the right to expect NYT ink to stay out of my Wisconsin drink….
JOB