Met a whistling woman

where the road curves

    i was jus walkin--

maybe to town

    maybe to the post office

down to tha liquor store

met a whistlin woman

said I was in need.  dire need.

said she could sell me a hen that

crowes

    real good discount at that.

says i get tha discount

cuz she likes my looks

so i bought that hen

that could crowe with tha

best of them and the worst of them.

met a whistlin woman says

she got some some rain.

she got some

rain to sell.

So I bought

that rain.  gonna slake

some thirst or maybe drown.

So i walked to town in the rain

carryin a crowin hen

this little wooden

mesh cage--

can’t sure if

that whistlin woman….

rain. real down into the rain. raining rains

Rain    Rain   on the real road.  tha LaTTER RAIN

tha road i walk is cold and muddy rain

now winter rain freezin slush

carryin little wooden

mesh cage  

with that little hen

kept up tha

crowin even in tha rain.

can’t sure

that whistlin woman was

good or bad.

can’t know for sure.

open        hand

           crushes  red sunseTs

sounding of Anvil Forest Heart.

Sermons of sawdust

spill gentle down

from that strange saw mill

man

who climbed

that oak tree

got stuck

and died.

On tha first day you get

born without tha rules

on tha first day some of us

aren’t given tha rules

on tha first day some of us

are born liars and say they

got the damn rules and you

better listen hard how things

gotta be.

there is no time

and church bells ringin

        Pecan tree bruises

thunder before the flowers

coYotes in tha field and tha forgotten

graveyard.

    Lightin alwaYs makes you

jump--

    frozen trees shimmer

bout how lonesome when a forest

freezes and the sun don’t warm a

God Damn thing.

Once…….HIgh   ATOP

    Up     on TurkeY Vulture

        mountaiN

hollowed hollered mountains

You expect a tale but I have none

to tell

and don’t know any.   Be on your

way.  Things get in the way in this

world.

i hear the clash

of civil war

    sabers---

we all travel down tha

    road doing a

disappearance

    each upon thar own

occasion.   Just gone.  You just

vanish.

    resurrection wood pecker ghostly ghost

of HolY God.  Makes caress and LUST

    geT your wifE or friends

pecker Pecks---

        It was a child!  It was a beast!

mysteries

        Time

distort            thee DISTORTIONS

 Memory    don’t

help

    in some futures.

He gathered ballads

from cemeteries and ghost dealers

sometimes tha country

sometimes tha dirty old city filthY boarded up

cities that clang clang clang city Filth        citY--

He gathered ballads.

The psychosis fled.  The psychosis

returns.  The returns keep returning.

Once, tha psychosis Fled tha

wholeness of the body---

    Yet the whole body does not stay clean

nor the mind, nor the soul

ask Father in the

    Moutains---

Go      ask     FatheR    in tha MOUNTAINS.

i was told. and we went.

    we crossed three (3) wooden bridges

    Down in the valley

        so Low

            beloW

GO ask Father in the mountains.

    This was more revealed, then told.

I had a vision---

        To GO ask FatheR

in the mounTaiNs.

I was sick…...and tha ghosts

of angels visited me.   Let me teLL yoU!

even angels have ghosTs.

Yes the ghosts

    of angels

visited me.

They said:

`    GO     ASK     FATHEr IN tha mounTaiNs.

I had to find.  I had to find those

    questions I had lost.

        I saw a one foot tall

    ghost

He was standing on tha third (3)

    wooden bridge.  

He was the agent of adversity.

Neither of us said a God damn thinG!

THaT dark spirit and I

just

glared at each other.  Both of us Haunted.

everyone knows it be bad luck ta find

a black button on tha ground while you walkin down tha

road.  Whole world’s bout a thang called W E E P--

That day of cost, will cost you.  You outcast You SHIT!

whinin ramBLiN stone of Lonesome.  

Who started all this God

damn commotion of strife?  You or the wife?

Tha sorrow when a family so poor they can’t

afford to cries anymores.

Lonesome wind winter leaves drift lonesome all color

drawled out and you hear tha ghosts rolling and crunching

all the wholes of this land.

They made love on the railroad trestle right on the rails

at midnight. You could hear them moanin all the way

13 miles to tha Georgia state line.

Whipporwhill, whipporwhill?   Will you listen to me?

darkness doin a long shiverin crawl.

Saw that creeping stone rolling up a hill.  Now that’s trouble.

Now there’s gonna be some trouble….

and I just ain’t ready this time round.

Scratchy

a Horse shoe mountain

that day….remember

that day?

whens we waszcrossin

        forgotten corners

        in that creaking

    abandoned HOUSE

saw that spider web

    that spelled out

yer initials

you started cryin and we got outta thar

we got tha hell outta thar

tha sun was shinin so bright but tha rain…

tha rain was down pouring

coming right down.  right down cuttin through

the sun beams---

northeast tennessee

bites with the rabies

violence

I tha creek

    she tha mountain

and slid thru back again.

Again.

I a thunderbird

sometimes    took place in man.

green ever green thunder cloud

that hangs over

        ephemeral moments