My favorite stories lined up one right after another, in no particular order.
i've seen walls and floors both alone and/or laminated with caps. it is a cool effect.btw, that is a very nice shot of you and skinny and your brother. here's hoping your summer is/will be a good one. :)
I love it!!
Bring on the peace.... and a couple bottles wouldn't hurt, either. :)
kj....I've collected enough to pave the floors! Since we only do "pass the trash" for Christmas, and bottle caps are my largest resource, I can pretty much make anything out of 'em....kind of like Legos for hippies!And thanks, that's baby bro in the middle...shinin' on! she....talk about inspiring, they're naming planes and things after you! :)bardouble...here's hoping you get another day off soon and can love that! Girl, you're workin' yourself to pieces!justrun....oh yeah, I should have said "bring on the peace, feel the love, and pass the beer, please!" LOL! Have a good one!
every string of hats from dead cowboys,there faces painted with new lifesome found that old Boot Hillwas all of thethree hundred and sixty fiveone night stands every dead cowboy met his matchon the one nighthe stood up to you;my strangerhow many hatsdo you own? do you wear?how many six shooters?three hundred sixty fivethis year to the dayyou shoot straightsomewhere between the eyesor in the the kneessparing the heartor or at least just the hatbut always the hat,so you can paint it shades of your lifeblood mosaicand all the many broken but useablebluesthat you learned to singwhen we all were too youngto know where dead cowboyshang their hatswhen its time to say goodnightbut they hope they've found a homefor one last night
You want this one?or should I take it. It only needs a little sewing at the beginningpatch it up and all would be so nice.I just need a picture...hmmm...what do you think, lady Singleton?clink!
Hi, Sing-y. I just read what you said over on Nana-g's post about those who have passed on. Very lovely how you describe their continued and lingering presence.
...or would you want to edit it and add to your touch and fluttering lines and eye for smoothness? That wou;d be very interesting to see. I trust you, and to find a picture for it. Post it somewhere. Or I will. One of us should. Or start a sweet twisted hippie art poetry blog. We could call it Last Call.I could fire it up, too. I only have one blog, anyway.Don't mind me, I'm just talky today.clink clink clinkP&L & a full bottle of cold beer
eric,eric,eric...On the phone with Skinny Clink! as we speak. Gimme five, we're gonna take this somewhere, BRBpeace, love, Michelob time
peace and beer, two of the greatest!
gawpo....oh, it's so true....Nadine and Joe are with me always, somedays more than others, but they have never left my side. Nana-G's was an awesome place to sit a spell, your circle is a good one!
benji....And I'm going for the gusto as we speak!clink!
eric...And yes i want it! You left it here, loose change falling from a faded, emptied pocket. I'm five again, Chasing pennies on the sidewalk, turning them with tiny fingers, into painted beer caps for the wall....
One of my high school friend's stepdad had quite a collection in his basement....I thought it was quirkey and weird at the time, but some of them were pretty old, so perhaps they were worth something?He also had the old cans along a shelf close to the ceiling and the cans were the old school kind with the hard-to-pull-off tabs on them. A lot of the beer makers had long since closed down. It was as close to a history lesson that the guy ever got, I think!!
lizard princess....have you ever seen the beer can house.....completely covered outside with shingles of tincans and miles and shiney miles of tinsel made from tabs! So cool! Crazy, but cool, in my world! When the guy died, they were going to tear it down, but it was declared protected as an historical site....Nice to see you again!
I'm here!I'll keep your page open and update as much as I can remember to.I might be reading!
okay, were here! party!
Ok, guys I'll have to have canned beer aka river beer....Eric? Sister? Need one?
no, sweetie, just fished this one outa the cooler!
Singleton's called for a party on the patio
okay everybody clink at the same time to all the cowboys!
I'm here to party on the patio!coincidence?
Yea and to the cowgirls too!
ready, set, clink!
And most importantly, the cows.
hold on, I'm going to get my boots......keep kickin' skinny
Whoooo-hoooo! Keep the poem as it is!
wow, that was goodmine was a Seagrams 7 on iceI'ves still got most of the glass full.
yup, no editing!
It needs to be fixed up. And Singleton will finf any little place I slacked at, I'm sure
what?the first line is a little uncomfortable to mebut I'm a picky bastard
could somebody put the music on?
OK then change the first line to 'I'm a picky bastard
you leave that line alone. He's all good! And by the way, we used to hang out at The Boot Hill saloon!
LOL...we think it rocks....turning old White stripes up.
Cool!Boot hill is also an SRV songand it was a cemetery in kansas city for unnamed cowboysI always loved that idea
I can hear it, girl......so amped up, it just crossed the state line!
And what if i was to not change a thing except for how it affects the rhythym. that's what concerns me.
The first line is importantlike I need to tell you
I really think it's beautiful Eric... but it's yours, do as you like.Two years I go I got to visit SRV's gravesite...beautiful, peaceful & comfortable.
I have the live version of The Wall going as loud as I dare
I wonder if they have a cemetary for unamed hippies, I plan on just being tossed to the wind....
Oh, that's cool. My creative writing professor saw him twice, but she's a Texan.not that all texans automatically saw SRV
We're just a bunch of rockers....sister what's your tune of the moment?
don't talk like that, Singleton
I know the first line is important, but I like it like it is......spilled out in a hurry, just the way you spent it, .....
or talk like that wind that will carry you up to the moontalk like your poetry talks
thanks for your wordsit's so kindbut I wouldn't mess up that part. I like the one big idea as a whole stanza, too
okay, you can change the line! But I already printed it out, so it will live in the pages of Boot Hill Saloon, unamed, forever....
Thanks skinny! This is nice.
you didn't doctor a thing?
I don't wanta go to the moon, I'd rather do the beach!
Eric really...I think it is perfect 1st line...starts painting a picture right off the bat. Thanks for the party!
Damn, skinny, IMYSVVFM, Isn't this cool, everybody sittin' on the porch, sippin' whatevers cool at the moment, listening to rock and roll.....
Yes, just dip me in the water!doctor? no doctors here? should we call 9-1-1?
I just re read it and maybe for a post somewhere it might need to be altered a tiny bit. Twoo places that punctuation should mark a pause and the word "there" is suppossed to be "their". That and a couple tiny things.
BTW< canoe did not get sealed today....ended up working
take me to the river.....
not one utterance would be harmed in the process
There you go Eric! That's sounds great! LOL, even with a tiny glich here & there it's still good.
that sounds nice, actuallyI haven't canuoed in ten years
Again, my dear, do as you deem. i'm sure you won't eff it up at all, just wanted you to know it's all very good. this one is a 'keeper.'
I love to canoe...anything on or in the water. My next house will be out of the ghetto & at the water.
give me a few minutes to do my thing.You know? I guess I'm pretty good on a first draft, huh? I owe you all for the practice and for the inspiration. This one will be yours
Yes! You are very good on rough draft.
the damn computer boot-hilled me off! Eric, those are just typos, baby, let this cowboy ride! SLb, just put on Wild Horses.....
every string of hats from dead cowboyseach face painted with a new life;Some found that old Boot Hillwas all of thethree hundred and sixty fiveone night stands...Every dead cowboy met his matchon that one nighthe stood up to you;my strangerhow many hatsdo you own? do you wear?how many six shooters?three hundred sixty fivethis year to the dayyou shoot straight,somewhere between the eyesor in the the kneessparing the heartor or at least sparing the hat--but always the hat,so you can paint it shades of your lifeblood mosaicand all the many broken but useablebluesthat you learned to singwhen we were all too youngto know where dead cowboyshang their hatswhen its time to say goodnightwith a hope that they've found a homefor one last night
second and final. It's shiny! It's perfect!It tinked and clinked onto the back porchsomebody found a home for it
slb....gotta love the ghetto, the water, and the wind.....a place where butterflies can grafitti their dance on lonely walls, and the music will drift.....and miles and miles away....in the heat, laughter will be carriedon nightime waves....
it just reads more natural too me
Clink!You got it going on!
Now, is it named... or does it remain .....
One night hat stands?(badum-cha!)
Ok now I'm naive, what is badum-cha? I'm so not gonna google it!
One hat night stands......
it was a joke. I thought one night hats stands ounded silly so I said it
badum cha was like the drums after a bad joke
Hahaha googling badoom-Cha!I think I had a one night hat stand years ago.
singleton and skinnyyou've made my year
Actually isn't Badum-Cha some exotic herbal tea or something?
We are silly. Made me think of hand stands!And how i really shouldn't try one right about now,but I could....
Or an ointment for the hair and scalp?
Awww...sister turn on that disco light, but don't do a hand stand now...you fight fall on the dog & break a rib!
or "a cow girl's boot hill"
badum-chai! Cowboys have to use ointment on their cowboy hats?
Cowgirl at Boot Hill
I like that
On the Wall
disco light is on. Hold on, while I close the curtains. I hate when the neighbors watch me laugh out loud in an empty house!
'How many hats do you own?'
Oh yeah...pull the curtains. That way you can cast crazy shadows to the outside world.hahahahaha
I think she's talking to you Eric, because I don't own any.....I prefer boots!
Lol... how about 'String of Hats'
skinny, how many hats do you own? I know that ole rockin' house is chalked full of stuff!
We were on titles, I thinkString of hatsorHats Off
I guess there are 2 or 3 cowboy hats in this house.
Reminds me of Joe Cocker....."you can take your hat off".....I'm getting singy now
Last Night Stand
that could be it.I need to smoke, but don't in my house. See you in a minute.
titles.... how about three hundred sixty-five
the thread...Needle in a Hat Stack
damn, girl, I was typing that! Too bad Erics, smoking, cause this baby, just got named!
you didn't name it without mewe all typed it together
now I'm a smoking fool!We got work done, ladies. You rock.
Ironic...needle in a hatstackhow do our minds travel?
lets all smoke..... needles.....wow!
I thought we were searching fo it, and ues it was ironic. I had to type it. Thanks for noticing, Skinny. It's fun to see the iromies, right Sing?
now the smoke
Vials of henna & a stack of beer caps
line my walls and rip my arms,
Up the Walls
painted ladies in high heeled shoes,
they kick & eventually put their feet up the wall.
climbing, scratching, standing on their heads, dancing upside down
wishing they could just lift their pinky fingers
and someone, anyone would notice....
,,,they don't know the day or hourbut when their heel comes downyou should try and catch herfor she is yoursif only soin your arms
and she laughs because you caught her...
I'm halfway up the wall
catch each onfalling sownlike snow flakeslike sunlight on naked fleshat the beginning
And I'm laughing as you go
when the prisms shined through the beveled glass
every one of the falling from the wallsas they climb like spiderson everything you are
and I itch,and I know it,laughing from above,you're crawling up my spirit,my feet against the wall
I saw that squirrel turn his head
He saw you climbing up the wall
and ask if thiswas alright
at the mirror broken
I was only laughing,and he was climbing walls....
a sliver of light in his eyes reflected
he was stuck in the cornertalking to cobwebs and tryingto be a mothhe glowed, they say
her finger lifted so....
light it felt un earthlyto bare
so he did
come back down, keep the painted skin & skip the pointy shoes.
and she tipped the glass,and broke the spell...
like diamonds...nolike hot tears breaking downthe sides of a cheekthat will fall forever
pinky held high, she sipped the remnants of potions spilt
she knows goldwhen she tastes it
henna safe, needle spent,her skinclimbed up the wall
againthe legendand againshe only needs to fly
higher,she just wants to get higher
and see the day peace wins
like she was taughtby sister sky
in the end,peace wins,meet me there, baby,half way up the wall
Seashells & spray paint sister!
that was excellent. Nobody like you all for sure
you got some responses, Sing
Hey~ are yawl buzzed yet?lol.
SkinnyI'm so glad to meet you.
yes, don't I type like it yet?
peace, guys! Party on the porch anytime! and if nobody else is gonna say it, I will...we rock!Clink!PS Skinny, who is that hiding behind the foster grants over on your porch?
Do you know how many damn emails I have to go and delete guys?
SingletonAbout the poemthe first one....not the epic we just lived
Hahaha It's Eric Estrada... we went sky-diving together... not to be confused with Eric1313 who is here on your porch with us! ;)
a couple hundred....hahahahah
damn, eric, i loved it. 99 bottles of beer on the wall and this is what I came home to. Now.....what are we gonna do with it?
From Chips? Or Boot Hill Saloon?
You woldn't delete art like that, would you? Just kidding. You know how fun it's been?don't forget to save the poem
I'm that tall thin dark haired stranger walking the floorsyou ladies pointed to the open chair We all had our poker faces together
the words tore the air likebrimstone from the lord
What kind of picture do you need?
It's here forever on these pages...the itsy bitsy spider...but whatabout 365? We gotta take it out and paste it on a wall.....I think I'm feeling colors in the morning.....
we spokeand all the wordswere writen on the wallplay it as it laysor don't come at allthe wallsare for writingbut tonigth we climb them togetheretching our wordsto get born again
damn, this is what I get for taking a break......
365 for surespell itt out, maybe
play it as it laysor don't come at allthe wallsare for writingbut tonigth we climb them togetheretching our wordsto get born againbeautiful
no, you have to spell it out, in Skinny's language...three hundred and sixty five.....
I was inspired by all the bottle caps strung together. Empty beers, dead cowboys, painted bottlecaps--unreal inspiration
Yes. Like the line. the and says more than the average and
Inspiration...may it be contagious.Clink!
well, its cool. This is niceSingleton?are you going to get a couple poems off the epic of climbing the walls or what? And go ahaead and post the poem yourself. I will love to see it anywhere you want it to be
scavenger at the sea,scoopingwell worn linesandruby rocks into your pink plastic bucket,to be born again
clink to you too, skinny
here we go againsaid ullysessaid some voice in the trees
the land under ourfeet fills us with strengthto walk a million miles
to the seeto find youfinding lifefinding it and poutting it into a bucketfilled by the ocean
The epic is yours Eric, with the golden thread, but I'll steal the change left at my feet, and I'll paint the walls...every color that's never been....and plaster the walls....three hundred and sixty five days...
putting I meant, sorry!
thank you singleton.were to begin...to beginthe thread that was ours and yetnow mine to find the secrets ofto unravel and reveal the night sky tatooed to our heartsfor the truthand the needle
Night, guys, I'm outa town. Peace, love, and man, we weave a wild cobweb, we three!
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