Montgomery A Biblical Account
by Matthew PonY Bones Proctor
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and the real real sunshine that shall that shall send down the angel up a purple sky. And Country Gold Saturdays night. though. Though. though. Cry. cr. I've never seen experiences create your identity. Identity? Identification. Identify purposes. peruse the illegal dumping ground in the woods that is your mind heart and soul. not times. Times. The marble was polished the shine of oblivion. OBLIVION. Shakes have been true--for you. bones shake. Shakes bones. Shakes rattle and Roll. do tee-tot have the shakes? Your games and made bets, like sin I wouldn't let my _____ love pour from the lovely blueness Sunday sky. blue jay sky. And say with your dying breath? and say with your dying breath when the angel of death in my very heart. HEART. You could laid
beneath the cold Alabama red Clay. You once found May in the fields. Fields. your bones inside the meat--to hide its face.
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Pictures at 3:00 A.A.M. I didn't know shit pill night. Two rock name Motels on the hwy lost HWY still have vacancies. Motels. Amphetamine days. Your so lonesome I could radio. makes comfort when yer deep low in the dark spiritual. Montgomery--Montgomery. collapsed old praise the lord. country ham breakfast. In those days daily
you could seesaw the light. John you're warned. John yuv been warned. sleeping dear savior in then. thence.
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die, that ramblin--and star.--woman--you had a baby with. I'm real whom light stalks=He is in the mountains. He is of the mountains. Sand Mountain? When 21 blushing girls see two dog fucking and got stuck together He fell down tha boarded up mine. warning sign deteriorated years ago. when great grandpa was a sick pup. in came in death. were they lookin for iron ore or gold.? Gold rush started in Georgia, not Alabama. I've learned the red robin in the morning is often a portent for trouble traveling this way. behind the times .wedding whippoorwill blushing children blushing of lonesome. alone in the Alabama woods with a knife. alone in the Georgia woods with a knife. all naked. dick swingin. Naked in the Maryland wods with a silver knife glints in tha half moon axe moon beam blood seeps down here. She had purple eyes. i fell in love with a woman with purple eyes. Earthly your angel. when tha devil made a stand gaint Jesus. When Jesus wept on de cross. They lie to you when theys says yu got free wills==
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Silence was home of the she Lord shiver river-There you--and----so you--and woman. his happy you life strife--ride mountains robin day--mother God dying the Gone--ramblin I'm passin --all lost--Lonesome star illuminates the lost lone woman. lota dirt roads out here.
I'm from the light sister. thar's a train in the distance moan--wanna hear my moan? he finished tha flask.
gathered darling longing angel. Life's all abut tha crawlin poor. craw daddY.
She followed him round tha party clasping a knife in a sweaty grip. he didn't confront her this time. He's a fucking coward. He's tied up in tryin to fuck that girl Jane.
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That song. Song. This is all shine of oblivions. Oblivion. shake its bone scrawn face and cry. CRY. Grow dim and the folk yet. YeT
Yes, I had ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Yes, I had a hard lesson in that bout, that bout with country music. Booze maketh tha sun come on up.
Wasn't fucking your friends. Friends. Learned to all de one once. ONCE. Well, Shackleton's rain. Rain. That's a song tide. "Do a bump on my truck." ThaT's a sonG tidE. That mighT have cry. Cry~~~~~~ Instrumental ~~ GA~~~ Georgia ~~ that POW civil nights. Nights. All NIght nights.
Remember that print on Grandpa Grandma Meemaw Peepaw's kitchen wall with tha farmer and his wife all sullied with weariness ~~~~ praying ~~ praYing in tha dusK field.
and you ever see a war camp? When the invasions of other war tribes call them selves tha new citizens. A LoT this troubled times. TIMES. The Will(s) to Live. I mean he's lost that bitch Audrey Williams---strife. STRIFE. His heart ~~~ His heart was a whippoorwill. Had a whippoorwill instead of a heart. Whippoorwill ~~~~
that makes a sad life. Helena sad sinful life.
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Hank, one upon those times--Hank Williams senior was workin real hard at them seaport docks down Mobile way~~ his spine distorting curving longitude~~~ made him scream that skin bone man holler a real painful screams down a deep water well in his fluxing brimstone Baptist inflected brain.
~~where you are I'm that summer. Summer. Mr. I (a real name by the way) comes to die. Where a lotta rain hit yer naked skin yer know yer standin at the right grave. Tha Rightfully GRAVE. in the distance a dim light. dismal tha lonesome new moon night. can't see shit. can't see whar you shit. can't see whar you may take a shit in tha Alabam woods. GeTs so fuckin sinful darK out here. I live in the country in a country. Sometimes I leave the big city Montgomery lights so I can let tha whiskeY kick me on down dirt road after dirt road.
I tell yeuu, HEart that lonesome comes on down. After you RIGHT after you heart that's lonesome followin yer shadow BIG HAT WARPED spine man. MIdnight train. MidniTe train is spooky whining them metal rails. Thunderin over tha trestle. Scaring tha possums Raccoons and Foxes wanderings tha creeK banK belows. Some body's soul is wheezing. Night is a real time outdoor church. Night time is a sanctuarY. Night time is de infinity sermonizing. A sermon often striving towards tranquilities. even spite that terrors. tha behemoths lurking. lurching.
My soul is lurching to get OUT. Set tha Outhouse on fire. Set tha woods on fire with Polly Anne. She's a wonder. She's like tha blue and white flames in tha campfire when they can't get no more hottest. So leT me tell you song I sing that's new on this guitar. It's called Kaw Liga tha wooden Indian. No more darkness in my light cause I Saws thee LIGHt O LIGHTs.
Tha breeze wafts thru tha gaps in yer teeth when you step outta tha MOteL RooM(s).
He was too all games and sinful bets. He said to him this: "So I wanTs you to hold that there bucket with the hole in it and I'm gonna take my cock and piss in that thar bucket yer gonna be holdin friend. fucKin rivers gonna pours outta my meat donkey pistol surely like that rooster cocklin in them days back over yesterday's hills in Rome, Georgia ~~ south Rome Georgia that is where yu cross de Etowah river and yer thar in South Rome and where'd we'd stayed up all night pillaged on cocaine and each morning tha neighbor's rooster cocklin. You remember that Sunday serene Sunday dawn warm light ascending? A spiritual vast river arisen
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Yu should go look grave. GRAVE. a cracked blue bromo seltzer bottle. cures them hang overs like slappin tha ham in de smoke house.
Well thar's a crystallizations of clarity this dawn morn sure reminders me of. I recall. I do recall. I recall. The first scene is perfectly clear. A scene from life's other side. To be allowed to have such panoramas visionaries numbering so many as if the plumage of a wondrous majestic hawk in flight. Be faithful and do not you forget the sunrise is only the hazy ghost of yesterday's sunsets.
Like the vision of life's other side Hank had when that little ole black boy got hit and crushed to death by the produce truck~~ that ebony black boY got killed one spring bountiful bird honky Tonkin mornin April Morning. Tha cracker doctor who attended the slow panic of tha accident was also a Williams. No relation to Hank Williams senior. Tha cracker doctor got whole lots of crimson blood wet upon his dress. The doctor did cry at this tragedy. As well as three fat hen crackers. The boy was just playin football in de street alone....upon a Saturday morning. A Saturday mornin should be the Child's day. Even all tha ones of all colors. ANd this tragedY has occurrences. and all too common. This be a picture from life's other side. That will pass over the I inside of yer eyelids after a long weary day makin an honest livin. tryin to maKe that honesT livin. and this scene of flesh crushed and the death of such a young child shall pass over the inside of yer eyelids...before you are subjected to the dream ~~ tha desperate braying of a donkey who has escaped the farm gate. has escaped the property demarcations.
I liked tha devourin all tha downpour rain storms. I like eatin all tha splashin rain drops. I ask mom if you run out in tha rain every time it rains is it like gettin baptized in church. A rain is a baptism that always welcomes yeu, sore hearts and lonesome creaking bones or if yer closer to a paradigms of good well health. robust health. The rain drops I love devouring and I don't get fat and sometimes we get much more scrawnier but it feels good and GODLY. I sometimes be the CLOUDs to hide rain that lonesome summer in those days. DAYs ~~!
Well, you'll be laid beneath. You'll be certainly laid beneath tha ground. WHen tha lights flicker all mother at home. She that makes you understand so dear dearly~~~ jusT a painted scene from life's other side. I took mY love for a walk pass tha gate and beyond tha sunset. Tha sunset givEs up the ghosT so dawn gets procured to duly oblige. thar's that rubber. Is it used? tha rubber is used. wasn't tha rubber I slipped on to stickle my curvy love in that clearing just over thar by Branson's WOOds. ROmance in tha meadow. We use no no rubber. my pistol shooted ouT whoLe Lot of miLk. A bang Bow. Rubber on yer cock is a vile strangulation and do makes sex makin 666 times more sinful and baleful.
and thee ANGEL OF DEATH drivin in thaT Cadillac ~~ drivin 15 miles below tha speed limit! What an act! Angel of death got his left wing caught slammed shut in the front passenger door. The wings are massive as they are duly obliged to cast permanent shadows upon this here earth.
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I prayed really hard this new dawn risen up.
I wandered so aimless life's livelihoods--scrawled with sins--~~writin my own sovereign country into manifestation existence~~ I am the government and the town council and the police force and I am already corrupt. You painted from life tar with that used rubber. You had lice racing up your skinny left arm in the broadest of broad daylight. We were accidentally watching.
wary yonder by yourself when all this mixin up with the Bibles. BIBLES.
I wasz before we wasz born. I was way before we were born. I was born over 10,000 years ago. Marble was polished~~ the sleeping pills.+++== INstrumental---hear that powerful pedal steel emotion amongst the rattlin skeleton guitars.
You see that someone standing on tha mausoleum lawn. Holy Ghost, I invited you to enter the metal sin gate of my heart. I was tryin to keep tha wrong cattle outta tha pastures of my love and goodness. My attempt at love and goodness. I have fallen short much like many men and women in the Bible. My sinful heart is like a coat all ate up by moths. You see my only son swallowed the mothballs and made a suicide. We were not careful~~ the act of careful did not prosper for the child.
A lot of ruin at night. Tonight. A lotta rain deluge at night this tonight. Maybe I'm curdled in the past. Maybe I'm a ghost a cow in the wrong pasture.
His fist shattered just like a beer bottle~~ parkin pavement lot~~ outsides tha Honky Tonk ~~ Let me tell you. No one feelin sorry for that damn fool. LEt me tell you.++ LEt me tell you every Honky Tonk is a prison.
Red Jay landed upon a lower branch +++tha Sycamore tree~~ Red Jay bursts into conflagrations~~ Surely an ACT OF GOD~~ SOme kind of PRophetic Miracle+++
"You have been come from the sky," I spoke declaration solemn to tha Angel of Death.
Can you truthfully say yer ready to meet the cold clay? Once day of CERTAIN+++ to know yer the lonesome ghost the drifting beyond the red blood ember sunset.
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