Whip a Stetson-studded head around like that again,
and see who knows if Bakersfield’s blood is boiling.
There’s a saddle dipped in cherry-flavored trim grids
railing on a post-mortem trail of diffused regiment.
Tackled calves are entrenched in leather trades spread
over a universe three times the size of a cowboy’s brim.
Yeah, there’s rocks a pointed-toe knows like the
wind and sun beaten across his weathered face.
Where three stones run together, a stream of
telepathy reckons with a solid mass of inclination.
No more does a class of wild bandits come in fear,
they dissolve the axis when three stones run together.
© Nublin’s Pub, 2009
Author notes
Cowboy lingo in Northern California at the Acid Planet Ranch where the shoreline meets the tree line in a landscaped orgy of natural setting and pure luminosity...
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Excellent...
Intriguing, neatly composed, wisely depicted. "When Three Stones Run Together" stimulates the wings of imagination, and strikes the dynamo of creativity.
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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What is known is never enough, therefore it is left behind in order to pursue new thoughts which, like the wind, are only visible by what they touch. The stones as a metaphor for love is prevalent in these couplets, how it takes its shape from all it greets …
rocks a pointed-toe knows like the
wind and sun beaten across his weathered face.
Where three stones run together, a stream of
telepathyHe moves from the solidity of earth, the antiquity of natural surroundings, to the empheral flashing light of the antenna, bringing awareness of the transitory nature of telepathy. There is warmth, and beauty here as well as questions...
L is for...
~ crissy ♥
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(gathers up battered head and exits quietly, avoiding kicking the cuspidor on the way to the door, but only just)
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rodeo drive
'what kind of music do you play here?
'both kinds: country AND western."
a bigger bang here for the buck owens than any radio i've heard driving through bakersfield lately.
-giddyuphish
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mad, mad fish man! should make the Twang Bangers blush, shouldn't it? what would Mick, Keith and Bill do?
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need a big thumb to get the blues up there i reckon
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