I had a girl, we didn't get along
on a winter night I sing coyote's song
yip ah-oo yip yip oo-ah-oo
I had a boss who pushed me around
I lost that job when I burned it down
yip ah-oo yip yip oo-ah-oo
I put a fifty in a dancer's thong
hi there honey where ya been so long
yip ah-oo yip yip oo-ah-oo
I crashed a party in a frilly gown
a church full of prigs ran me out of town
yip ah-oo yip yip oo-ah-oo
I went back east in a gunnysack
when I find my way I'm coming back
yip ah-oo yip yip oo-ah-oo
Monday, November 23, 2009
yip ah-oo
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2 comments:
Hi BlogBoss Mike,
I like your description of yourself on the side bar.
I also like this poem.
Specifically, Mr. West Coast Trickster, I like your use of the coyote imagery, and coyotee hypnogogically. :)
And the stanzas, and their scene progressions, are really wonderful.
You build this poem up to your exile, and you determination to return, by hook or by crook.
To that, I have one thing to say.
Phrasally, that is...
yip ah-oo yip yip oo-ah-oo
Thanks for sharing this.
It really made my day.
Tschuess,
Chris
PS. I come via the Monday Train, albeit a few days into the week. My stop, when I ride, usually comes about here.
Cheers, again.
C
I wanna sing it aloud!
ode to remnants of love
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