11 thoughts on “Rio Grande Valley Feeling Contemplative”
Rio Grande means Big River? Where’s the water?
Rio Grande in New Mexican means a river about the size of the Naples Crick. Maybe even smaller.
Yeah, the Rio Grande Valley is between the mountains in the distance and the mesas closer up. The river itself is maybe 20 miles away. And yeah, it is only grande compared to the other itty bitty rios around here.
The Rio Grande would be a lot mas grande if pesky humankind didn’t take most of its water (and that of its tributaries) for irrigation.
Water or not, it’s a pretty place for pornicating pomeranians. (See Footnote)
Footnote: I actually witnessed the deed today, but in Pasco. Come spring, lock up yer wives and yer daughters if they are the types to ordain blight upon your coming decade by acting upon infatuations with no regard for genetic destiny.
Pornicating Pascan Poms. Just in case anyone thought the world was running out of fresh imagery.
A spider bit me in the night.
I” ll soon be wearing spandex tights
And fight the fight
Of human rights
Right now it burns and itches
Another spider came along
All tempting me with spider song
Then I beheld a spider throng
and cried You sons o’ bitches
And so I left the spider church
My flesh wont feed the spider works
Or scab up where the spiders hurt
These tights though
Kinda fit me
Dream Interpretation
Let the bear lumber
back to his wildness
The bear with the tear
in his eye
Who taxidermed himself
to fit
Be free now
Schwhomas goodbye
Turtle Parade
Wull she marched
in a turtle parade
After which
all the turtles got laid
But her shell was too soft
and her snapper’d snapped off
So for soup
she got measured and weighed
A book report on the first 60 some pages of the book (Women Who Run With The Wolves by Clarrissa Pinkola Estes) that Joanna made me go searching for in the barn (with some liberties taken):
Northwind outthere
blowing its coldest blow
Cows tucked their heads
into woodchuck holes
The Predator knows
Im too far from home
So Animus lets talk things over
Hiding away here
way too long
Around the bush
around around
I called out your name
Yuh, you liked the sound
Wull Animus won’t you come over
If I called out once,
I called out three
Now Shakti! Shiva!
Just look at me!
The wind knows now
to let me be
Yuh, Animus he done came over
Rio Grande means Big River? Where’s the water?
Rio Grande in New Mexican means a river about the size of the Naples Crick. Maybe even smaller.
Yeah, the Rio Grande Valley is between the mountains in the distance and the mesas closer up. The river itself is maybe 20 miles away. And yeah, it is only grande compared to the other itty bitty rios around here.
The Rio Grande would be a lot mas grande if pesky humankind didn’t take most of its water (and that of its tributaries) for irrigation.
Water or not, it’s a pretty place for pornicating pomeranians. (See Footnote)
Footnote: I actually witnessed the deed today, but in Pasco. Come spring, lock up yer wives and yer daughters if they are the types to ordain blight upon your coming decade by acting upon infatuations with no regard for genetic destiny.
Pornicating Pascan Poms. Just in case anyone thought the world was running out of fresh imagery.
Pink pommed poetry posse penning plant protien porn pefore pigging parinarad pastas.
Pootnote: Joanna is such a setter.
A spider bit me in the night.
I” ll soon be wearing spandex tights
And fight the fight
Of human rights
Right now it burns and itches
Another spider came along
All tempting me with spider song
Then I beheld a spider throng
and cried You sons o’ bitches
And so I left the spider church
My flesh wont feed the spider works
Or scab up where the spiders hurt
These tights though
Kinda fit me
Dream Interpretation
Let the bear lumber
back to his wildness
The bear with the tear
in his eye
Who taxidermed himself
to fit
Be free now
Schwhomas goodbye
Turtle Parade
Wull she marched
in a turtle parade
After which
all the turtles got laid
But her shell was too soft
and her snapper’d snapped off
So for soup
she got measured and weighed
A book report on the first 60 some pages of the book (Women Who Run With The Wolves by Clarrissa Pinkola Estes) that Joanna made me go searching for in the barn (with some liberties taken):
Northwind outthere
blowing its coldest blow
Cows tucked their heads
into woodchuck holes
The Predator knows
Im too far from home
So Animus lets talk things over
Hiding away here
way too long
Around the bush
around around
I called out your name
Yuh, you liked the sound
Wull Animus won’t you come over
If I called out once,
I called out three
Now Shakti! Shiva!
Just look at me!
The wind knows now
to let me be
Yuh, Animus he done came over