Thursday, January 12, 2006

Sonoran Wind

Photo by Leo
Lar is absent, lost in a haze of publicity. Ted is showing pics of his crib, moaning the Johann Sebastian blues (where's the Native American travelog?). Nitsa is lost in Polaroidland and Peggi, where the heck are you?. People visit us from all over the world. Here's our visitor's log:
Visitors for
January 12, 2006 3:12 pm: Thiensville, Wisconsin
January 12, 2006 12:17 pm: La Crosse, Wisconsin
January 12, 2006 11:04 am: Ann Arbor, Michigan
January 11, 2006 9:35 pm: Atlanta, Georgia
January 11, 2006 5:45 pm: Los Angeles, California
January 11, 2006 3:14 pm: Dublin, Ohio
January 11, 2006 10:54 am: Sierra Vista, Arizona
January 11, 2006 7:28 am: Sierra Vista, Arizona
January 11, 2006 2:02 am: Uppsala, Uppsala
January 10, 2006 7:40 pm: Arkadelphia, ArkansasJ
anuary 8, 2006 7:23 pm: Modesto, California
January 8, 2006 7:14 pm: Valdez, Alaska
January 8, 2006 4:46 am: Brisbane, Queensland
January 8, 2006 2:54 am: Singapore, Singapore
January 8, 2006 1:47 am: Algonquin, Illinois
January 8, 2006 12:29 am: Granite City, Illinois
January 7, 2006 2:51 pm: Amsterdam, Noord-holland
January 7, 2006 12:15 pm: Caledonia, Michigan
January 7, 2006 11:02 am: Algonquin, Illinois
January 7, 2006 12:43 am: Johannesburg, Gauteng
Me, I'm still on the road, heading for another joint. We always did see things the same, we just saw them from a different point of view.
People in their underwear seemed like a good diversion from the nonsense of daily life. Right now? I'm writing cowboy poetry. Sonoran Blues.

Good thoughts, Leo.
Ooh, cowboy poetry =) Are ya gonna be in that there festival this year, Leo?
Nah. Sonoran Winds publishing will have a table at the next one though. We'll be the purveyors of true western lore and lyric verse.
Dang, that means we have to wait a whole year to hear some Leo poetry...ah well, I expect it will be worth the wait =)
You can hear the poetry now
though it sounds rather rough.
Talking that cow-talk can
sometimes be tough.

Especially when you are used
to the
free-verse, less sing-song
way of po'try of the last 50 years.

See, I learned
a long time ago
that some words should never end a phrase
if you want to rhyme.

Everyone loves lovepoems
but if you end a line with "love"
you have to find a rhyme
Like above or shove or glove.

No, no cowboy rhymes from me this year.
The next will bring them clear and dear.
Watch for the wind the Sonora desert brings
That is the wind from where my heart sings.
I especially like the rhyming/free verse combo ya got goin' there =)
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