Yes, my friend, the night will tell you a thousand lies.
(how many times must I tell you this!)
It lies in wait,
because that is what it does best.
And, you will hear a thousand more lies,
if you don’t change your evil ways
continuing in that rut of yours
that no matter what you tell yourself,
you always end up with a cheap assed
lousy well drink in your shaky hands
staring at me from the opposite corner
of that beer bar a couple doors down
from that flop house you
say is some kind of wonderful.
Of course, I remember it…
You don’t have to tell this old coot the night lies!
(Thinking more about it, I have forgotten more than I remember. And, I am beginning to think it is a good thing to forget. Yes, I must go on with my foolish haphazard life! That childish stuff holds me back no more! Indeed, I have now emerged as a mature man! Hooray, young fella! I have been anointed a full-grown gentleman who’s missing a few decent manners and many more good deeds!)
Before you decide to try on someone’s stylish Blackfoot Indian’s Moccasins,
(I know what it’s like. I am part Blackfoot. I figured out I had Jewish ancestry, too.
I am a mixture of European. Call me mongrel, “But, you doesn’t hasta call me Johnson!”
Family secret was not proudly revealed. I mean, both the Blackfoot and Jewish roots. It happened way back with great grandmother.
I really miss her. Great Grandmother Humphreys was so nice to me baking those delicious pies while the guy who did marry her and gave my grandfather his name smoked his pipe on his recliner. He was pretty cool, too. I think there was a lawyer named Greenberg who my bloodline originated from many moons ago. Now, grandmother on my father’s side was a full blown Blackfoot Indian. Now, you know my ethnicity. Who knew? Better ask the Mayor)
you better step back and engage your bow and arrow
and aim right between their eyes
and take a breath of delight
once it dawns on you
that you have slipped right in their body
and are now looking out their eyes at you
and your foolish bow and arrow.
So, my gentle man, you betta’
have some eyes bulging
out the back of your head!
Listen to the sounds you hear
as the rest of his tribe had encircled you
and lit a fire smoldering right under your ass
as they all stood there thumbing their noses
at a penciled sketch of your momma’s squaw.
Didn’t ya’ know you couldn’t sneak up upon
They have a thousand eyes
yet but one heart
And, when love is done
you will know the day has come…
the dying one
the last sun gone
a thousand times
a thousand deaths
a thousand times
again and again
you know the routine
under those cold covers