Monday, March 24, 2014

night is calling

by horace p sternwall

illustrations by danny delacroix





when there is no turning back
and the last wallop has been packed
and the last freight train runs down the track
will the universe cut us some slack?

or are we eternally doomed
to look out the window of the same room
and hear the same gypsy play the same tune
and the same dog howl at the same moon


the world would be a great place
if you never had to show your face
but could put yourself in a state of grace
and disappear without a trace

night is calling
the rain is falling
i could go outside and dance
but would rather fall into a trance

and be sported far way
to a world without night or day
with no need for absinthe, opium or magic spells
and wake up changed into - anybody or anything else




Saturday, March 1, 2014

minstrel song

by jack dale coody

revised and updated by roger "peg leg" wilson

illustrations by danny delacroix





i am a wandering minstrel
the horizon is my home
more glorious than the empires
of babylon, greece and rome

i am a wandering minstrel
and i walk the world alone
and i have no need of internet
web, wireless or cell phone

i am a rhyming hobo
my heart is wild and free
the proclamations of empires
are watery moonshine to me

no obama putin zuckerberg or gates
will be the master of my fate
no al qaeda or c i a
will dictate what i have to say

i write my words with the wind
and the winding road is my page
i sing the truth that never dies
to counter all imperial lies

the oligarchs in their barricades
have every reason to be afraid
as sparks of truth fly through the air
for living creatures all to share

i am a wandering minstrel
the horizon is my home
more glorious than the empires
of babylon, greece and rome