Those Demons Again

OOOooo baby

those demons again…

pickin my head up out the sand

Billy Poet joker leaning there, grinnin,

turquoise tooth

shot of rye

his right eye.

OOOooo baby

those demons again…

storm blowin in from Sonora

kickin down Carol’s Naco kitchen door.

OOOooo baby

those demons again…

hauntin this pen across the page

Billy joker leanin through the open window,

dreamin chewin on his Rosamunde

soaked tight from all that Courvoisier,

left eye shut.

Those demons live off our gardens,

drink greedily from our sweat

then swim off Salt Lake oceans,

cash checks made out to cowboys and clowns.

Those demons dressed in boots and dungarees,

clothespins dangling from booze soaked memories

mistaken for blood,

seductive words bursting from their 6-gun hips,

like poetic kick ass stars shooting off into the desert nighttime.

But OOOooo baby

those demons again…

saltin some fruit trees

turnin into shadows,

so when they finally put the brakes on

stop and stare,

it'd be great timing to duck inside,

catch a bit more of his visionary light.

Bisbee

1980