A Ghost Town Called Love

  • Preface
  • Tired
  • The Barmaid
  • Flock Of Grace
  • The Lost Goddess Pyramid
  • Back In The Haunted Saloon
  • Another High Noon 1
  • Chapel Floor
  • Hallelujah
  • Remember The Shooting Of Gabrielle Giffords
  • Pulaski And The Great Switcherroo
  • Another High Noon 2
  • Yuma
  • Pulaski And The Deep Ravine
  • Wall Street Occupiers Visit Washington DC
  • Pulaski And The Bear
  • Mary
  • Another High Noon 3
  • Another High Noon 4
  • Oh No Another One Dead And Gone
  • Raft
  • A Nice Social-Security Landing
  • The Mummy's Cry
  • Pulaski At The Mission
  • Kicked Out
  • Walk Like An Egyptian
  • Lost Goddess
  • The Other Ghost Arrives
  • Diana
  • Table Talk
  • A Devotional For Diana
  • I Awake
  • Almost High Noon
  • Immaculate Heart
  • Time To Cowboy For Obama
  • Out Of Egypt The Lord Called His Son
  • A Fair Exchange Of Services
  • Martian Door To Door Campaigners In Arizona
  • Mice Lost In The Maze
  • More Martian Door To Door Campaigners In Arizona
  • Crazy Man's Outfit
  • Trying To Be Like Dick Cheney
  • Snitch
  • Door To Door Campaigner Ike
  • The Sheriff
  • Visitor
  • Repercussion
  • Isom's Luck
  • Midnight At The Oasis
  • That's My Desire
  • Are You Ready To Ride With Obama
  • Ghost Face
  • Arizona Looking More And More Like Mars
  • Diana Returns
  • Door To Door Campaigner Franklin
  • Surrounded
  • Door To Door Campaigner Eleanor
  • Mary's Saloon Beckons Ghost Face
  • Martians for Obama In Casa Grande Arizona
  • Going To The Chapel Of Love
  • Riding For Obama
  • Epilogue


 




 

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A Devotional For Diana

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My lassie come home lately

long legged whimsical lady

instrumentalist of up river loins

warehouse momma of golden coins

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You lay your hand on my head

pull lightly on my ear

nimbly guide me along

now I trumbone your song

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You’re my budding rhyme lady

I’m your happy slave baby

it’s my doomed man destiny

to gulp down your jungle she intensity

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Aye, my devoted eunuch fate

is to open your slippery temple gate

swallow your rolling wave chores

& keep your marathon scores

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I defend your freedom fearlessly

love you more than oh so dearly

hand you in a tin cup my weary soul

the gleam in your eye, my one prize, my one goal

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Your legs tie the knot securely

around my head half blind & curly

our kiss thus forever reigns

   and, oh oh, Ishtar locks the chains…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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