Lonesome Coyote: Dec 17, 2011

Lessons of the Game

Be quick, but don't hurry, taught the old coach

For when you hurry, you make mistakes

There is always much more time than you think

Which does not mean at the end you won't regret

Most of those seconds you wasted

Our exercise for group today, announced the
acting master
Is to portray the henhouse
Upon learning that armageddon is nigh
The orders have been given, the
overrides countermanded
The missiles are flying
The holocaust is come
So the feathers flew as the actors flurried
from their roosts
Clucked about excitedly, pecked each
other to shreds
Hailed Chicken Little as a prophet, and
wished they'd listened
Only Brando remained motionless, sitting
stock still,saying nothing
Concentrating on the task of hatching eggs
"What the fuck do chickens know about
nuclear war?" reasoned he

On Listening to Like a Rolling Stone (Again)

Thunderous fairy tale

With a simple moral:

Beware the perils of prosperity

And the falsity of compassion

You don't know how it feels

Unless you've been there

And you can't visit

To have only yourself is freedom

And terror

Revelation

It's not so much that there must be more than this
As it is that what there is, is enough
You might have to die a lot of times to know

Shining Path

When did the Andes not mock the age?

Once, and again

Time does outlast the mountains

And man does outlast time

When the sun winks out at last

There will still be time, enough

Man's Angels

That old sun will rise
In a child's bright eyes
Time always flies

Thanksgiving

The boots the men work in rest on the porch
The light on the ambulance sheds sparks like a torch
I watch from a step because no one waits for me
Timothy Clugan's been in bed twenty-two years,
And then he fell
But it's his wife they carry away
John Dolan's been dead now twenty-two years.
I lived to tell
Without determining to stay