Stetson HatA Poem by Wolly BullyRefection on the physical world and human expectationsStetson Hat
The clouds were as high as I'd ever seen reaching 70 thousand feet into the eastern sky catching the suns last burst of glorious energy from the west burning Atomic yellows , reds, and oranges a floating forms of great cathedrals with high spires pierced the ionosphere a I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame a Watching in awe as the billows kept climbing Up, up and up the spire vaporized into outer space taking the secrets of humanity just out of reach locking them into golden sar-coph-aguses a Holy holy manifestations appeared Creating Gods to bow down to! a Then without warning the Alleluia choir stopped! a A dirty ashtray with mountains of cigarette butts replaced the scene as the sun was snuffed out by the grinding heel of a pedestrian in a long beige overcoat wearing a white Stetson hat gold tooth and a charismatic grin a He knocked on my mother's door after my father passed offering condolences and selling tombstones making promises of eternity in the form of a ornate garnet slab a Handing her a scrap of paper
on it a crude line drawing of Jesus Christ with crooked head crooked nose crooked mouth crooked eyebrows and dots for eyes aa She trembled after seeing the vision for the seeing eye dog that would lead the blind craftsmen to sculpt the granite into a fine work of art a Just sign on the dotted line
Your husband is worthy of such a monument, is he not? Guaranteed to last beyond expectations a She signs and that was that a She always was a sucker for a Stetson hat. © 2015 Wolly BullyReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 9, 2015 Last Updated on February 9, 2015 Tags: Beat, Word painting, clouds, hats, Spoken wold AuthorWolly BullyMinneapolis, MNAboutJust started to write my visions and memories. What a rush when things sound right! more..Writing
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