One tall cactus plant…


So there I stood in the midst of swirling sand

growing roots outta my feet n’ thorns outta my hand

I was turning into one tall cactus plant

listening to tarantulas crawl and coyotes chant


The city drove up n’ said “boo!” n’ I almost died

it jumped outta its car into a pan and fried

I revived, sprouted a bud, but couldn’t talk

sprouted two more buds n’ also couldn’t walk


My brother come up with a plate in his hand

on the plate was bacon n’ eggs and a big command

from Pope John to grow another inch before sundown

so I grew old instead, fell over n’ hit the ground


Now I’m rollin’ across the desert like a tumbleweed

just one of many with an impossible creed

about what is right and what is wrong

   as the dust sings its favorite ancient song…


poem from an out-of-print book

A Love Song To The American Lizard

by Rawclyde!

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)


About Rawclyde!

I have employed a few pen names throughout the years. Rawclyde with an exclamation mark (!) is the one too sticky to go away...
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