Relly?
Relly chelly?
Belly selly smelly.
Telly trelly helly welly?
Melly.
Melly.
Delly selly belly felly
Welly?
Jelly.

I was going downward
into the box canyon,
meandering
toward the ancient-ruins.

Floating along
in a dream-state,
I was lost in another world,
heading to a secret place
time had forgotten
when I passed her
scuttling upward,
carrying
a heavy basket
on her crooked back.

The grizzled lines
on her brown face
ran crisscross,
deep furrows of anguish
to match her
toothless-grimace.
They told me things
most people would
never understand.

Her angry eyes
were dark sparks,
they burned holes
into my heart
I will never forget.

A tranquil & serene sunny afternoon
Lying on the couch,
Watching the sun go down.
My black cat kneading,
Rhythmically pawing the
Front of my pants.
What’s going on here?
Some-sort of Animal Kingdom *** signal?
Some zoological parallel to ponder
Whenever one tries to
Make sense out of one’s own
Polymorphous perversity?
But I digress.

I listen to the M/C
Music Choice Channel
Which Comcast.com - Comcast®
Gives out free, from the Basic Tier on up.
Jazz, not Smooth Jazz,
And certainly not The Blues:
“I think I’ll give up livin’
I think I’ll go shopping instead.
Think I’ll give up livin’
Think I’ll go shopping instead.
Gonna buy myself a tombstone
And pronounce myself dead.”
Again, I digress.

Another sunny afternoon in Bernalillo;
Bernalillo, New Mexico:
Where Coronado bivouacked,
Prior to saddling up again
On his fabled quest, his search for
The 7 Golden Cities of Cibola.
It’s nice to be back.
Got in last Thursday evening,
After an 11-hour Honda Civic trip--
The coupe packed to the gills
With household items—
And 2 cats sharing a
1-cat cat-carrier.
(Sarcastic) Please.
Did somebody say, “Meow?”
Digress, I doodle-lee-do.

Kelly came over Friday night.
What a treat!
I cooked Italian.
Saturday night to the Tamaya Resort,
Specifically, The Corn Maiden,
Certainly new and un-starred as-yet,
By sane suave critics who decide
Such things;
Sautéed asparagus on
Sunday morning, and
Off she goes again to
Canyon de Chelly
(pronounced:  DA-SHAY)
Arizona: one of the more
Cosmopolitan cities on the
Vast high mesa that is the
Navajo Reservation.
So what’s my point?

At the third world's first sun,
the Anasazi climbed
through a narrow Sipapu
and pressed footprints in the dust
of a new unspoiled universe.

In secluded canyon hollows
watered by softly chanting springs,
they piled rocks upon stones
shaping vast adobe cities
mortared with pastes of moistened clay.

At Mesa Verde - Chaco - de Chelly
fields of maize sway,
brushed by the canyon winds
while Pueblos danced in the plazas below
to the throbbing beats
of skin-stretched hollow log drums.

Today their children’s children
circle fire pits in sacred Kivas
raising chants and prayers
to their hallowed ancestors.

Wearied by famine and conquest,
Pueblo eyes scan the heavens
searching for a new Sipapu
to lead them to a better world still.

September 11, 2006

The children ask, “Who starts the wars?”
And I answer with little thought
while soldiers march, and people die,
“That bad people must be fought.”

Evil really roams the world
since the time of Cain,
and lives in shadows where it hides
to convert the rich and sane.

Gluttony hungers for more gold,
and fills the youth with hate,
while demons hide behind closed gates,
taunting generals in callous debate.

Greed made thirsty by his friend
finds reasons to fund his will.
He bribes the weak to gather their young
and sends them out to ****.

Their malice is felt in ancient Rome,
their stench in Canyon de Chelly,
at Stalingrad, in Spartan homes.
I help their cause, with what I say.