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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I Awake!

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In the old hotel

Diana & I retire to

a busted-up suite upstairs

& haunt it

~

While we levitate in the

center of the dusty time-deranged room

indulgently locked in our favorite position & getting along

I fall into a deep deep sleep

~

When I awake I discover

myself prone on the cracked tiles of

the ancient Egyptian temple that’s half buried

in the sand dunes west of Yuma

~

Ishtar, the lost Assyrian goddess of love & war

sits up, peers down

at me between her miraculous legs &

says

~

“It’s time for you to return to

the Christian mission, Rawclyde

Your 10 days sleeping outside

are over”

~

She then taps

the back of my head with

her bare heel

which knocks me out

~

I awake again

having dreamed a dream

that was embraced

in a dream

~

Now I discover myself alone

in a sleeping bag

on a big pile of dirt & chunks of concrete

in the gravel pit next door to Crossroads Mission

~

Partnering with nothing

more

or less

than reality

~

The sun is about to rise

under a pink bed-spread

stretched across the jagged little mountain range

out yonder

~

A very long train

thump-thumps by &

somebody fires-up a tractor in

the gravel pit

~

I, camouflaged

in the early morning shadows on

my cold rocky knoll, instantly

roll-up my bedroll

~

As I trudge away from the peak

of my dreams

I realize that the invisible cosmic forces of the universe

are all around & inside of me

~

And that they can be evoked

for the common good

or remain hidden forever in a ghost town

   a ghost town called Love…

~

(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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 Ishtar