Friday, October 12, 2018

Remember the Alamo

Took a long long walk; so where did I go?
Did I sally forth to get some lunch?
I’m trying to take things kind of slow.
You don’t want a blow-by-blow
account of my day—when, following a hunch,
I took a long long walk; so where did I go?
I was just trying to get in between Curly and Moe—
those fingers to the eye-balls hurt a bunch!—
Curly’ll need to take things kind of slow
(bird’ll be tweeting, frogs croaking low)
after Moe socks him with a bucket punch,
Curly’s consciousness taking a walk; so where did it go?
It walked right into the Battle of the Alamo
where human bullets hum and bones crunch—
still trying to take things kind of slow—
Hey, Santa Anna, they’re killing your soldiers below.
You need to take a walk just to escape the stench,
a long long walk; so where will you go?—
never forgetting to take things kind of slow.