Deep Desert Blues II

Trek Two

Footprint Thirty-Two

The sun was a

hollerin' hot

jalopeno pepper in

   the sky ~

Ahhhhhhh, the sky

all that blue

all it

   did was fry ~

Fry my brain in my

head and

all the bramble

   all around ~

Was thick as

sauce

spilled across

   every inch of ground ~

The little pack

upon my back

was

   a weary load ~

For all I owned

was in it

upon

    this weary road ~

Ohhhhhhh, this road

made

of dust

   and dirt ~

Thru the bramble

it done ramble

n' all

    it did was hurt ~

It hurt

my eyes

it hurt

    my feet ~

It even hurt

my younger

brother

   Pete ~

Who in San Diego

miles away

was sipping from

   a tall cool glass ~

When for

what seemed

no reason at all he

exclaimed, "Ouch! Alas!"

It was

a

hurtful

   road ~

Upon

which

nobody

   rode ~

Good for nothin'

except

to

   be cussed ~

For not a track

fer days

had been layed in

   its dust ~

And where it

led

I

   could not trust ~

For up its spine

the weeds

higher n' higher

   thrust ~

As

mile after mile

I

   trudged along ~

Full of wonder

at how

I up n' done gone

   wrong...

Footprint Thirty-Three

She was a

beautiful

Mexican maiden

   with her eyes on me ~

She was sooooooo

beautiful beautiful beautiful

n' I was so

   old n' poor but free ~

She turned her head

my way

so that I

   could see ~

She was sooooooo

bonita bonita bonita

Lord

   have mercy on me...

Footprint Thirty-Four

She stepped up

the plank to the deck

of my ship and

   knocked upon my door ~

The

beautiful bored n' lonely

of whom

   I just spoke before ~

She needed some

matches

was

   too poor ~

To buy

them

at

   the grocery store ~

I

opened

the

    door ~

Her beautiful face

broke apart

in terror

   and furthermore ~

She leaped off the deck

of this fine old tug

and visited

me nevermore!

My God

oh why

oh why

  wha' for?

I turned around

peered into the mirror

what do ye

 suppose I saw?

My face had become

a noseless skull

my hand

 a bone-eee claw!!!

Footprint Thirty-Five

And I

stood in this

strange

   purple haze ~

I

in so

strange

   a skeleton phaze ~

I

had

seen

   better days ~

I

had

seen

   better days...