Footprint Thirty-Six
I used to
love
to go
to the gym ~
Tone-up the muscle
I had
n' keep
my body slim ~
Make circles in
the air
with the barbell
doing curls ~
While glancing
here n' there
at all
the lovely girls ~
The piped-in music
made it
seem
like a dance ~
A pumping
up n' down
body strengthening
romance ~
Bubble muscled
babooooooons
spewed spittle
with a roar ~
Sweeter things
did isometrics
with
a one pound oar ~
While I
wandered 'round
curing
my weary back ~
Once
while lying belly down
upon a horizontal
rack ~
I turned my head n'
saw beside me
anudder
miracle of life ~
A sleek She
in tights
with a belly that
cut like a knife ~
Cut with curving
splendor
thru
my indifferent strife ~
Made for excellent
inspiration
to get up n' get
a wife ~
As
she
did
a toe-raising pump ~
A vertical move
that made
a provocative
lump ~
Where else
but
in
my pants ~
Oh boy oh boy
did
my legs
dance!
Upon
a
horizontal
torture machine ~
Upon
which I romped
like
some kind of fiend...
Footprint Thirty-Seven
But I am
now
a skeleton, alas,
without any balls ~
Too embarrassed
to visit
the
shopping malls ~
A noseless wonder
atop a pile
of
clickitty clackitty bone ~
Rattling around in a
half-sunk boat
without
a telephone ~
Even stumblin' down
that no good road
I started
to tell you about ~
Was better than this
so lets dwell on that
n' see how
it turned out...
Footprint Thirty-Eight
I had
no water
no water
had I ~
The two canteens
I
had
were dry ~
Cool clear H2O
outta
a
mountain well ~
Woulda made heaven
outta
this road
to hell ~
This road that
led
to nothin'
but a dead end ~
With-
out
any
wind ~
With-
out
any
soul ~
Nothin' but dead leaves
lay
in this empty
dead-end bowl ~
And rattlesnake bones
that yodeled
"now where yuh
gonna go-oh-oh-ohhhhhhh?"
I stood n' stared
at them bones
n' thought
"Oh no, oh nooooooo!"
And clouds of
gnawing gnats
made it
plain to seeeeeee ~
This was the
dead end of
death
for meeeeeee...
Footprint Thirsty-Nine
Needless to say
I had
lost
the trail ~
Needless to pray
when the hammer pounds
on your
last coffin nail ~
Need-
less
to
try ~
When all you got
left
to do
is die ~
I began
lookin'
for
shade ~
Some place
where
I
could sit and fade ~
Some place
where
I
could trade ~
This
schmucked-up world
for somethin'
better made ~
But the crummy clouds
of crummy gnats
were to
fricking thick ~
All I could do
was cry
like
a baby chick ~
So my
sorry
tears
done ran ~
Like
smuggled
contra-
band ~
Down
my
ruddy
face ~
In
this
unholy
place ~
And
as
they
trickled down ~
On-
to
the
dusty ground ~
I heard
a voice in my
sun
drenched head ~
A voice
from
somewhere else
that said ~
With
all kinds
of
clarity ~
Despite
my
dis-
parity ~
"Keep
walk-
ing,
son" ~
Son of a
son of a
son of a
son of a gunnnnnnn...
Footprint Forty
Dear
living
giving
Light ~
Please
talk
to me
tonight ~
Tell me
I
am
alright ~
And show me
how
to
fight ~
This darkness
all
a-
round ~
That keeps
get-
ing
me down ~
Won't
You
show
me ~
How
I
can
be ~
Peaceful
loving
and
free ~
Despite
this
dis-
harmony ~
In-
side
and
out ~
That makes
men
honk
and shout ~
I do not want to
rape
the snot-
ty bitch ~
Who in her car
knocks
me in-
to the ditch ~
What must I do
to
walk
clear ~
Of her
hate-
ful
leer?
I don't wanna
break
the bully bones
of the young buckeroos ~
Who on the job
send me home
with the
I-wanna-kill-em-all blues ~
What
am
I
to dooooooo ~
But raise
my hands
up
to Youuuuuuu?