tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9512820949945605392024-03-12T20:52:39.472-07:00No Particular HarbourNotes From The HighwayRickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-4703754592245330722011-02-02T12:34:00.001-08:002011-02-02T12:34:56.485-08:00Go team go!Me bein the team<br>I'm on my way to a cheerleader<br>Convention in Denver<br>Got the pom poms<br>The fake flowers<br>The whole ball of wax<p>Makes no difference that the roads<br>Are blocked beneath fathoms<br>Of snow<br>Go team go!<p>What happens if i dont make it?<br>If i can't get the serum through?<br>Will villagers in Uganda perish?<br>Will Mubarak prevail?<p>Will life stop as a hundred semi-naked<br>Girls stand shivering on Humboldt ave<br>Waiting for their accouterments?<br>Will darkness descend<br>Like a perpetual eclipse?<br>Will mail stop?<br>And taps play?<p>And if i make it through Missouri<br>And over the mountains<br>Will i be swarmed by this mob<br>Of naked plastic and smothered<br>In kisses as if i just took Normandy?<br>Will i make the cover of time?<br>Finally win the Nobel?<br>I press on<br>With my determined team of huskies<br>Into the abyss where no sacrifice<br>Is too great<br>Stay tuned<br>GO TEAM GO!<p>----------<br>Sent from AT&T's Wireless network using Mobile EmailRickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-6709377796690116492011-01-10T19:49:00.000-08:002011-01-10T19:49:06.503-08:00CorrectionMy initial post to the shooting was knee-jerk<br />
my blood boiled and the fingers flew<br />
I really don't know if the Congresswoman's politics had anything to do with the madman's itch<br />
just another nut<br />
and bombs and knives kill just as dead<br />
but i still think Arizona has some serious issues swingin in the breeze<br />
and I still can see no sense in the sale of semi-automatics to the general public<br />
maybe in this pit of darkness<br />
some light might find its way to the surface<br />
~rickRickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-74408900435072451552011-01-09T08:05:00.001-08:002011-01-09T08:05:43.661-08:00Oh, and another thingThe Mexican drug wars?<br>All that lawless killing?<br>Turns out all the guns are coming<br>From lefit US gunshops<br>That's right<br>60,000 guns<br>Cuz Mexico only has one gun store<br>And the military runs it<br>The dirty little secret<br>Rest in peace Mr. Heston<br>Your legacy lives on<br>And prospers<p>----------<br>Sent from AT&T's Wireless network using Mobile EmailRickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-69777603816637905062011-01-09T07:52:00.001-08:002011-01-10T19:43:19.746-08:00A bullet for GabbyHey Arizona<br />
When you sell tickets to HATE<br />
Best expect a full house<br />
A sell out<br />
How dare a congresswoman<br />
Be against bigotry<br />
And how dare a nine year old girl<br />
Stand in her shadow<br />
Looking for light<br />
Hey Arizona<br />
Yes, you<br />
Hiding in fear<br />
hitchin up your pants<br />
Behind your white picket fence<br />
I'm coming through tomorrow<br />
And i think your law sucks too<br />
Got a bullet left for me?<br />
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Sent from AT&T's Wireless network using Mobile EmailRickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-68139958664469908782010-12-13T22:17:00.000-08:002010-12-13T22:17:18.701-08:00Oh, to be me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfYxklc3Zcpz9Qzvd6MhNT8Utx-2udbyudhTjo9ipDDPeCAGXWad7kRPqZFvLp8i2wkcJEHDjlZ6Re0lEtyFkwczmlTdMp76o7QGuKX-7k-Vsr8RGdrnHaGXczJHUinEUgYSsEOYGGRRM/s1600/344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfYxklc3Zcpz9Qzvd6MhNT8Utx-2udbyudhTjo9ipDDPeCAGXWad7kRPqZFvLp8i2wkcJEHDjlZ6Re0lEtyFkwczmlTdMp76o7QGuKX-7k-Vsr8RGdrnHaGXczJHUinEUgYSsEOYGGRRM/s320/344.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ0c6g8Us_wRbjoELsD8hYSgr6CQ4JUZepiRe2t2wfCArZ9oBwH5i6U7qOCWyg0Z3flaoT1w9QG8vkv4Kr4fv0zXdjpA-y4W8-icqDaEsktfsIqb9cWn7QZ_JCKRYM5kAfaJtmY8SSLaY/s1600/2E1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ0c6g8Us_wRbjoELsD8hYSgr6CQ4JUZepiRe2t2wfCArZ9oBwH5i6U7qOCWyg0Z3flaoT1w9QG8vkv4Kr4fv0zXdjpA-y4W8-icqDaEsktfsIqb9cWn7QZ_JCKRYM5kAfaJtmY8SSLaY/s320/2E1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>well, the weatherman said a chance of snow showers.<br />
the bastard.<br />
yeah, seven inches of em.<br />
it's like Johnny Holmes sayin, "what? this little thing?"<br />
<br />
right away, at first glance,I knew i had no chance of making it.<br />
so, me being me, I tried anyway.<br />
you see the results.<br />
you don't have to be a truck driver to know it's best when all wheels touch the ground.<br />
<br />
I ran to the house in a panic-cuz that always helps.<br />
"quick! she's gonna go! call a wrecker and tell him NOW!.<br />
well again, that's like telling Johnny Holmes not to put it in too deep.<br />
good luck with that!<br />
<br />
"yep" he said. "leavin right now" he said.<br />
ten minutes later I called again.<br />
he answered the phone.<br />
"leavin pretty soon"<br />
<br />
FUCK FUCK FUCK<br />
<br />
listen said I, you can't do anything from the front. you need to come around the back way.<br />
"I don't know no backway" he said<br />
I'll tell you, I said<br />
"No" he said. "I'll come the front way to look er over"<br />
fuck<br />
<br />
"hey dad, the cops are out there"<br />
more fuck<br />
<br />
I walked through the icy creek in my tennis shoes to assure the officer all was fine. not as bad as it looked.<br />
<br />
he spit his coffee all over the windshield<br />
<br />
I went back to the house (through the icy water-yeah, well fuck you hypothermia) to call the fine people who own the truck and were responsible for the load to tell them there had been a tiny mishap.<br />
"we'll need pictures"<br />
<em>fuck fuck fuck</em><br />
how can I make this not look bad?<br />
I raced through the bastard creek to take the pictures before she toppled over.<br />
I needn't have hurried as my daughter raced eagerly to take pictures. She seemed quite amused by the whole thing.<br />
I tried to shoo her like a fly after my hamburger but she just laughed harder and clicked faster.<br />
<br />
When the wind blew, she'd waver and creak and I'd turn away, preferring to just hear the crash rather than see it. the cop was on his radio taking bets.<br />
<br />
I raced back through that mother frikken creek to call the, yes, BS Towing service.<br />
"should be there any time"<br />
well, anytime seemed a little vague to me so i ran back through that shittin creek to chase the sparrows off<br />
the truck. <br />
little bastards-go find a power line. I swear they were trying to knock her over.<br />
<br />
a half hour later Frank showed up.<br />
I swear I had told them that it was a fully loaded semi about to plow a field.<br />
but here comes frank in a tow truck that seemed far more suited to sports cars in the median.<br />
all at once i became chief brody in jaws needing a bigger boat.<br />
but frank seemed unconcerned.<br />
now frank was somewhere between 82 and 113. it was hard to tell. his face looked as if he'd been on every arctic expedition since the poles were discovered. I'd never seen a face with crevasses like that.<br />
"I need to get behind her"<br />
fuck<br />
yes, frank, you do. that's what I TOLD YOU.<br />
<br />
at this point, some doves had taken roost too and I feared the end was near. it was a full twenty miles around on ice packed winding roads. I foolishly pulled an ace out of my sleeve.<br />
well frank, said I, right over there on that little road is another bridge. if you cross that, you can drive through my field-i swear it's solid-and come up behind.<br />
"how bigs the bridge?" he asked<br />
it's pretty sturdy, i lied.<br />
"whats it made of?"<br />
he seemed to take to challenges.<br />
oh, it's concrete, I offered, without telling him it was seven feet wide, one foot thick, supported by three broken pillars and had no sides.<br />
"well, let's go look at it."<br />
frank was gettin into it.<br />
maybe we should walk down there, I suggested, knowing he'd rebuff anything beyond.<br />
"augh! we'll drive"<br />
um, ok<br />
frank made it six feet down the tiny road before he slid sideways into and through my neighbors fence.<br />
the only neighbor I got along with and his cows wandered over.<br />
once frank figured he'd done about all the damage he could, he put on some chains and got out and<br />
on we inched to the bridge.<br />
<br />
I was sure he'd find good sense; say, "no pardner, that ain't gonna happen"<br />
but no, frank grinned like a mad man and said he liked our chances.<br />
well, um, er, should I walk ahead and guide you? I offered. <br />
"nawwww," he countered. "we'll be fine.<br />
as we started across the bridge, I realized he had nothing to lose. He'd had a long good life.<br />
we both had cigarettes dangling from our lips. I looked over to him grinning and damn near pissed myself.<br />
"what's the load limit on this here bridge," he asked<br />
how much you weigh? I quivered back.<br />
"thirty two thousand" he nearly flirted.<br />
I looked down to the river below, before answering.<br />
I'd say that;s the new limit.<br />
<br />
damned if we didn't make it<br />
the field too.<br />
then he backed that thing across my bridge while i fastened my eyes shut.<br />
we got out and watched the big rig waver back and forth like a sailor on leave.<br />
Frank loved the beauty of it all.<br />
I surrendered to fate.<br />
<br />
frank took his time hookin her all up then played with some levers to get the feel.<br />
he hit the wrong one and the wrong end lifted and I began to cry<br />
this pleased him and he laughed<br />
"relax sonny, just testin the waters"<br />
<br />
it became ever clear that this fuckin little piece of shit was not going to lift my truck and I prayed for an angel.<br />
he came in the form of James, the road grader operator turned snow plower who was lookin for a little fun.<br />
frank took him under his wing and they bonded.<br />
"we'll hook a chain to you," frank invented. "and I'll lift her all I can and you drag her back on the road.<br />
<br />
I had become the stunned audience.<br />
<br />
as frank began to lift, the trailer crunched and buckled. metal bent and lights popped.<br />
frank squinted through his pall mall<br />
"knew that was gonna happen. can't be helped"<br />
<br />
but frank couldn't lift her enough for james to drag her, so he gets another idea.<br />
"you" (that being me) "when I lift her some, you take these wooden blocks and prop her up. then we'll get another bite"<br />
<br />
ah, so this is where it all ends. with eighty thousand pounds teetering over my head I was chosen to be the hero. They'd throw me the timber from the high ground and, well, just see what happens.<br />
<br />
I no longer cared. I was wishing for a quick end and down I went.<br />
as I looked up to the behemoth hovering over me and james and frank admiring my courage, I offered a strange prayer.<br />
well, God, if you're lookin to kill me, here's your chance.<br />
but gawd damn if after an hour of this crazy game, the truck inched its way more and more onto the road.<br />
<br />
the cop sipping coffee up front<br />
me propping boards like a bomb expert waiting for the kaboom<br />
my daughter gleefully snappin pictures<br />
franks truck half tipped over but the cables holding<br />
james pulling into the woods on his grader like the little train that could.<br />
my only consolation was that if my truck went, so did theirs. <br />
a semi, wrecker and grader all tumblin down the hill together with chains flyin and cables snappin.<br />
<br />
but it didn't happen<br />
somehow the whole frikken circus worked and to frank, it seemed a let down. Like sex without the orgasm.<br />
just too easy.<br />
the cop grew bored and left as did my daughter.<br />
james wouldn't take a nickel<br />
frank gave me a bill for $600.00<br />
and we all trudged on with our day.<br />
and winter just started.<br />
<br />
oh, to be me<br />
~rickRickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-39691642443645416242010-12-06T15:41:00.001-08:002010-12-06T15:41:16.755-08:00untouchableI am here, in New Mexico<br>Surrounded by a whole lot<br>Of nothin<br>Which is so not <br>The whole lot of somethin<br>I left behind<br>You cant touch me here<br>Or her, or him<br>Or all that it<br>I have a truck doin 84<br>The music loud<br>I spread my wings<br>Far out the window<br>I can fly<br>Right thru that sage n scrub<br>I commingle with lost cattle<br>Happy to be overlooked<br>I fall in it<br>Bathe in it<br>Roll wash and swallow whole<br>I am free<br>Of everything it<br>I dont always like my job<br>Just now<br>Nestled beneath these<br>Chugging clouds<br>I love it!<br>Fuck tomorrow<br>Fuck LA<br>Fuck it<p>----------<br>Sent from AT&T's Wireless network using Mobile EmailRickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-77689722890160265432010-12-01T19:41:00.000-08:002010-12-01T19:41:41.625-08:00In The Shadow Of The City<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbAgsDmkkQjHrjZv-wP-oB_eTQqRiRshZU5HVMnvWm6rPCBEvhGG7z-GBWrNs079Ehs0yP4E9uqO72FDnKCK-EtfiAEEkr6uqbDXv8ApunSQ_mg1dZKVoGy8ozgeN1_vI9ZNumh2PUELU/s1600/101128_120731%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbAgsDmkkQjHrjZv-wP-oB_eTQqRiRshZU5HVMnvWm6rPCBEvhGG7z-GBWrNs079Ehs0yP4E9uqO72FDnKCK-EtfiAEEkr6uqbDXv8ApunSQ_mg1dZKVoGy8ozgeN1_vI9ZNumh2PUELU/s320/101128_120731%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<br />
<br />
Broke down again<br />
This time in Nashville<br />
when this happens<br />
Two hours always becomes four<br />
And four becomes eight<br />
Just because they can<br />
<br />
The cities big glassy towers<br />
Loomed high above me<br />
-But a millions miles away<br />
<br />
Its like the moon,<br />
All can claim it<br />
With a glance up<br />
But only Neil plants the flag<br />
That casts the shadow<br />
<br />
I found myself here<br />
In the shadows<br />
where freeways dare not look down<br />
<br />
Its like gum on the ground<br />
You only look down<br />
If you step in it<br />
And no one does it<br />
On purpose<br />
<br />
So i did what i always do<br />
Pulled up my trousers<br />
And waded in<br />
<br />
Nobody can ghost like the homeless.<br />
Some bushes rustle<br />
And they just appear<br />
<br />
Same with the gangstas<br />
<br />
There's no one behind you<br />
Then three<br />
In perfect step<br />
<br />
I looked up<br />
Under the bridge as i passed<br />
Bedrolls, hands and feet<br />
Hanging as no vacancy signs<br />
<br />
Two guys snake out of the brush,<br />
Mismatched boots<br />
Worn out gloves<br />
And hair<br />
Like a perfect river snag<br />
<br />
They don't smile<br />
But they don't threaten either<br />
Their eyes say<br />
Watch your ass<br />
And stay otta my shit<br />
<br />
I spit to flex my muscle<br />
<br />
The sidewalk is tore up<br />
into concrete knuckles and<br />
I feel like Amundsen<br />
At the pole<br />
Knowing a fall would look bad<br />
<br />
Across the street a dude<br />
Who might be king<br />
Sportin colours and bulk<br />
<br />
He crosses over<br />
<br />
I light a cheap smoke<br />
And realize hesitation<br />
Would show my pair of deuces<br />
<br />
I take the inside<br />
And make eye contact<br />
<br />
He nods as if to say<br />
Yes, on a bright Sunday afternoon<br />
You may,<br />
But don't be here tonight<br />
<br />
as I've spent a lot of time<br />
In cities, i understood<br />
<br />
I've stopped my truck <br />
In mid afternoon<br />
In the worst Detroit has to offer<br />
Stepped out<br />
And pissed on their street,<br />
Even paused to shake it<br />
<br />
its easy as the battleground<br />
Is abandoned<br />
When the army sleeps<br />
<br />
But ten pm is another story,<br />
At ten i would duck low<br />
And not even slow<br />
For red lights<br />
<br />
The funny thing is<br />
You only fear<br />
When you have something to lose<br />
When i walk with a wallet full of cash<br />
And plastic<br />
I feel for it often<br />
Worry for it<br />
constantly<br />
<br />
It's like a three year old<br />
On your neck<br />
In a crowded room<br />
<br />
But stuff three bucks<br />
In your pocket<br />
And only your life<br />
Can be taken<br />
<br />
And lets face it,<br />
The guys in the glass towers<br />
Already own itRickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-90779471697240057742010-11-22T19:16:00.000-08:002010-11-22T19:16:10.447-08:00Tiger and MeOften I am at warehouses where fork lift operators must load goods into my truck.<br />
I can always tell the new ones. <br />
Those that have been at it awhile zip, fly, scoop and push as if the machine had veins and nerves in sync with the operator.<br />
The new ones bang, bump, drop, jerk and mostly just look pathetic as everyone within thirty feet run for cover.<br />
There's really nothing to it, you can't really hurt anything. it's just the difference between fear and confidence.<br />
All mental.<br />
I've seen truck drivers that could weave through traffic like a nurse shark in a coral reef. Damn near pretty.<br />
But one day they screw up. They take out the old lady's fender on the brown Buick and everything changes.<br />
Their eyes change, they shake just a bit when things get sticky. They get out and look when backing cuz they're just not sure. Sometimes they never make it back.<br />
It can happen to anyone; baseball players, politicians, teachers, bankers after one too many bad loans.<br />
Even Tiger Woods.<br />
Something happens and the magic's all gone.<br />
Where they could once do no wrong, they now can do no right. <br />
And it's all mental. All fear and confidence.<br />
I never took out that bumper and I never could hit a golf ball straight anyway. <br />
But I understand.<br />
And the harder you try to recover the magic, the farther away it drifts.<br />
Sometimes, the only choice left is to lay it down and walk away.<br />
<br />
I could use some magic<br />
I remember the coral reef<br />
When I almost admired my own shadow<br />
in never missing a turn<br />
but sometimes<br />
when it's gone<br />
it's gone<br />
Tiger may never break Jack's record<br />
and my shadow<br />
settles still to the sandRickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-60133066574398706072010-11-22T18:42:00.000-08:002010-11-22T18:42:00.992-08:00The PhysicalI drive a truck for a living, though often it seems it drives me.<br />
Federal regulations require, among many other things, that I take a physical examination every two years to prove my fitness for lumbering and careening down Uncle Sam's roads.<br />
it's quite rigorous, this physical<br />
<em>wink wink</em><br />
Anyway, I had been putting it off as I've been sicker than old man Johnson's mule when it crashed the fence and ate through Mrs. Peterson's flower garden.<br />
But getting better with time wasn't working, so I decided to take my chances.<br />
I spent Thursday night in South Carolina arguing with a state trooper as to whether I should be driving down the freeway flinging blown tire all over the highway.<br />
Considering his was one of the cars I managed to maim with my indiscriminate rubber bombs, he won easily.<br />
I was given a written warning and ordered not to move until the tire was fixed.<br />
Four hours later, it was.<br />
Friday, I drove six hundred miles, coughing, hacking and wheezing the entire way.<br />
Friday night, I wheeled my piece of shit into the clinic.<br />
I had nothing left. Just death lookin for a grave.<br />
What kind of clinic stays open til five am anyway?<br />
How bad did you do in medical school to be feeling trucker's balls at three am?<br />
Anyway,<br />
A dude comes out, looks like seth rogen's mangy brother. Torn up jeans, an old t-shirt, and tats where skin might once have been.<br />
I wondered, <em>is he the doctor?</em><br />
he made me pee in a cup<br />
pretended to take my pulse, though I'm sure he was several inches off and I didn't have one anyway.<br />
pumped up my arm, and gazed out the window, and said my blood pressure was fine.<br />
then the eye test. Shit. I had nothin, and he knew it.<br />
"Number five?"<br />
"um, the right?"<br />
"You sure?"<br />
"uh, the left?"<br />
"Getting closer"<br />
"the top??"<br />
"Bingo! You see just fine."<br />
"Have a seat," he says. "The Doctor will be right with you."<br />
Whew! they have real doctors!<br />
A twenty-somethin blond comes strollin in. If it was midnight at Logan's Roadhouse I'd probably hit on her.<br />
"You look really sick!" she begins<br />
"I am" I agree<br />
My knowing seems to satisfy her.<br />
"How's your hearing?"<br />
"Um, seems ok"<br />
"Good. Fine" she makes a note.<br />
"Can you hold your hands above your head?" She asks.<br />
"uh, sure."<br />
"Good!" She seems pleased and makes another note.<br />
"Can you turn your head?" She continues.<br />
"Yeah, think so."<br />
"Fine."<br />
So Far so good.<br />
She has me stand. Presses my sides and has me breathe deep as I break into convulsive coughing.<br />
"I think you have pneumonia." She quickly asserts.<br />
"You're all cruddy and gunky over here. You really need to see a doctor."<br />
"But I thought you were a doctor?" I ask<br />
She smiles. "I am."<br />
"Then why don't you scribble me some antibiotics so I can get rid of this gunky crud?" I suggest.<br />
She smiles again. "Oh, I can't do that. If you had an allergic reaction you could sue me."<br />
I counter. "Well, Yeah, but if you sign me as healthy tonight, and I die tomorrow, you're gonna look pretty silly"<br />
She doesn't answer. We both know she'll pass me. The company I drive for doesn't pay her to yank their drivers from the road. They pay her to sign my card. Breathing and warm will do. <br />
"Take down your pants."<br />
"Further. Those too."<br />
Strange, why didn't she just ask me if my balls were fine, like she did the rest of me?<br />
poke pinch prod squeeze<br />
more coughing<br />
"Well, you don't seem to have a hernia. You pass."<br />
I wish I had been able to get a hard on and knock out her front tooth but i was just too damn sick and tired and this wasn't Logan's Roadhouse.<br />
Her name was Angel. Dr. Angel<br />
And if I live through the week, I'm good for another two years.Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-59757500886569323712010-10-29T21:50:00.000-07:002010-10-29T21:50:15.193-07:00Curious<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-DWGlMByYucBAQCn09tgRvyVbbuWpJmqofr6od4RbGrniemj05a4NcqA81edgq-qokYYYJibjk4cEqOJBd6SfBOBYo903DH_JYhNcNyok2vurZGtwO-blh-4sLXvRBV7a_i-O3g8kbQ/s1600/101029_122946%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-DWGlMByYucBAQCn09tgRvyVbbuWpJmqofr6od4RbGrniemj05a4NcqA81edgq-qokYYYJibjk4cEqOJBd6SfBOBYo903DH_JYhNcNyok2vurZGtwO-blh-4sLXvRBV7a_i-O3g8kbQ/s320/101029_122946%5B1%5D.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Today, I had to make up a pick up at a Federal Prison in El Reno Oklahoma.<br />
The apprehension set in just upon seeing it in the distance. <br />
Then the entrance.<br />
Then the gate<br />
Then the wire<br />
As I entered, They searched the truck. Then me. Then they took my laptop, phone, and camera.<br />
Then they made me sign this form and that saying yes and no and of course I understand the consequences.<br />
By the time I was within the razor wire, I felt like one of them. Not the guards, they had guns. And my pocket knife.<br />
It's strange how being in intense environments can make you part of it.<br />
The same thing happened the other day in the underground of Kansas City.<br />
It took more than one song and some distance to cure me both times.<br />
I wondered if it's always so.<br />
That feeling when we go underwater, is it of drowning or as becoming a fish?<br />
Men in space-do they feel as little planets? Or the bolts of their ships?<br />
It's not always so.<br />
I've been to fairs and carnivals and felt anything but the joy they dupe and sell.<br />
I think there are environments too weak to alter moods we already lay claim to. But the ones that fall like a shadow from the sky and convince us we can be had, like love, and bitterness and captivity-have a power to take us into the bosom of its fire and make us its very fuel, in order to consume itself in a greater conflagration.<br />
I wish no part in a larger whole.<br />
Anyway, I've escaped and find myself in Russellville Arkansas on a Friday night wishing to be anywhere else except El Reno.<br />
Gonna shoot across I-40 on my way to North Carolina. Don't forget to wave as I pass by.Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-23777290904447205172010-10-26T10:21:00.000-07:002010-10-26T10:21:49.073-07:00Subtropolis PicsGot online a minute so quick posted a couple pics of subtropolis and carefree caves (yeah, right) believe it or not, thousands of people work down here, below Kansas City.<br />
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I loaded in another.<br>Limestone, a new kind of real estate.<br>The people i talked to there seemed dark, sullen. I asked one of these strange moles if he didn't miss daylight.<br>But i'm not sure if he could remember.<br>I too, felt dark n sullen while there, and such relief upon exiting.<br>Now i drive a winding hiway with the windows down and a cool wind blowing the trees n fields around me.<br>Gordon lightfoot is singing of ships n storms.<br>Things could be worse<br>Much worse<br>So i sing n breathe deeply<p>----------<br>Sent from AT&T's Wireless network using Mobile EmailRickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-46739490456458665342010-10-18T21:35:00.000-07:002010-10-19T12:07:23.055-07:00More Office Pics<div>hello you sneaky bastard<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ywpVln13MiK0Iqoyekt70EHggxQWgIW_YsUY8fMk706GpxnbClkFAzpmQUk6Sl5XYzzVEj_RYHDS37hCpbUs730dbtpl00TG0XcM6XCP6XKvTvu7JFE4AGlMEpO7UKnDh3DkU8Ke0DE/s1600/101007_184818%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529613755751681154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ywpVln13MiK0Iqoyekt70EHggxQWgIW_YsUY8fMk706GpxnbClkFAzpmQUk6Sl5XYzzVEj_RYHDS37hCpbUs730dbtpl00TG0XcM6XCP6XKvTvu7JFE4AGlMEpO7UKnDh3DkU8Ke0DE/s400/101007_184818%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>always light at the end<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkchPbhVu87b6xHLsQfIzhL8lBVJDGx959_5UW4pefFQPQwHkmxy1zsj9T-W92_dYogV2FofYNi1YaHw-jqedvtybfoFvdpSqln8VUJh4t5Wklyd0zpW8O1XhneWzpxHt8qQl0VHVqCHk/s1600/101007_083119%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529613746528796482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkchPbhVu87b6xHLsQfIzhL8lBVJDGx959_5UW4pefFQPQwHkmxy1zsj9T-W92_dYogV2FofYNi1YaHw-jqedvtybfoFvdpSqln8VUJh4t5Wklyd0zpW8O1XhneWzpxHt8qQl0VHVqCHk/s400/101007_083119%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>lazy honkers taking a break<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihy-F9xet2dy-c9edYDiha8-M8qtWVR7SGdhfhEXxReVvqEEj0iHztR8ECqnUHjRpG4JMkqueITBxhqhp9i5Ys9SRQL998guU1Hw6ZGj3aujQSx2tFmtIZsrd1kk5-yCxdf8PgoDei7tw/s1600/101014_081326%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529613740209460594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihy-F9xet2dy-c9edYDiha8-M8qtWVR7SGdhfhEXxReVvqEEj0iHztR8ECqnUHjRpG4JMkqueITBxhqhp9i5Ys9SRQL998guU1Hw6ZGj3aujQSx2tFmtIZsrd1kk5-yCxdf8PgoDei7tw/s400/101014_081326%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>bet it's fun at midnite<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhondZoiWcY8yzQRteqEG_UHfS0kRR_LhfAp6nsJldoYjEzin6TstbUm-vMevh2pO_lhxdQUJRoe4y9Wqe5VljEZHEu0isEsM-PZtXGbdvf9KeohGvVE3S03DUPPz0xgmav9FJ-0CXT1WE/s1600/101007_082309%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529612699344179714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhondZoiWcY8yzQRteqEG_UHfS0kRR_LhfAp6nsJldoYjEzin6TstbUm-vMevh2pO_lhxdQUJRoe4y9Wqe5VljEZHEu0isEsM-PZtXGbdvf9KeohGvVE3S03DUPPz0xgmav9FJ-0CXT1WE/s400/101007_082309%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>peace<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2VqLLaYl8LWs1YYPiWur4qgqeYBn2-by8QRe0oSrj8lxmNl5n4j-YRLBmKbtEbzzP31sqxLt_zfbGNv3lykWoRaiVQDpybu2uS1YEBwkBWC02G5thrJRGjvW6GCG18grweZ1m9UVaJ_o/s1600/101015_185744%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529611861185977314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2VqLLaYl8LWs1YYPiWur4qgqeYBn2-by8QRe0oSrj8lxmNl5n4j-YRLBmKbtEbzzP31sqxLt_zfbGNv3lykWoRaiVQDpybu2uS1YEBwkBWC02G5thrJRGjvW6GCG18grweZ1m9UVaJ_o/s400/101015_185744%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>calling me home<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvuNQiCJOOJt67uCSdcqK0vybcPH8Qq1YHG4HsBjC7EoszH9nCm9e8x3UmtSTCVr81Xw7iK27V49CPCM2VhCncBIrSEvbMRH9A1b3x_OSuyzijRguA25Vw7j-K-EmL8QNdOwbU-_AqTl0/s1600/101017_185723%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529611857555760802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvuNQiCJOOJt67uCSdcqK0vybcPH8Qq1YHG4HsBjC7EoszH9nCm9e8x3UmtSTCVr81Xw7iK27V49CPCM2VhCncBIrSEvbMRH9A1b3x_OSuyzijRguA25Vw7j-K-EmL8QNdOwbU-_AqTl0/s400/101017_185723%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Justin, a new friend I'll never see again<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8w0_0AzvXTUuBUDtJlmU0BMNzLDaCCQx5aazN9rQZLesv0sQqE8q5YOXAj6RTN3bpgK3AuoP11ANPLCBfTWQHen6ltr1Hi_K7gNCv0END8T3a3DMyUEOcDdknrHC0glhz5rB8Kj4NGA/s1600/101014_222057%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529611852760723458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8w0_0AzvXTUuBUDtJlmU0BMNzLDaCCQx5aazN9rQZLesv0sQqE8q5YOXAj6RTN3bpgK3AuoP11ANPLCBfTWQHen6ltr1Hi_K7gNCv0END8T3a3DMyUEOcDdknrHC0glhz5rB8Kj4NGA/s400/101014_222057%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-11805793038599296052010-10-05T17:04:00.000-07:002010-10-05T17:57:40.477-07:00The Wrong Side<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfjoNdXqS-NhXws3y5dmUD8-g-jBZ715c6uiA00SdKEfMOjkQqwg0m7YhKdvQFA_YBxqZn2Ah7pGPM25ZxiBMzaRD7r9yyEXyPFybhctFHsPtMjb3RRGnIkXwLYA-QirDzqgy8lxymvmg/s1600/101004_175445%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524729697313050338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfjoNdXqS-NhXws3y5dmUD8-g-jBZ715c6uiA00SdKEfMOjkQqwg0m7YhKdvQFA_YBxqZn2Ah7pGPM25ZxiBMzaRD7r9yyEXyPFybhctFHsPtMjb3RRGnIkXwLYA-QirDzqgy8lxymvmg/s400/101004_175445%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Last night,</div><br /><div>I found myself in a hell-hole of a town in West Virginia.<br />I'd fought the mountains, the rain, and myself all day, I badly needed a walk along some tracks. And as usual, they were there.</div><br /><div>But as I started walking south, I glanced back over my shoulder.</div><br /><div>There, across the ditch, across the four lanes of heavy traffic, over the median, was a young man working the off- ramp for change. Just he and the dog.<br />From the distance I guessed him to be Native American, maybe Chinese, maybe Mexican, who knows. He was hatted low and bundled deep against the gray cold and he, just too much of a worn out shadow to tell for certain.<br />But the dog was a tiny poodle-like creature on a leash. They both were mostly ignored and I turned back to the tracks.</div><div>Later, as i returned down the tracks, I noticed him across the expanse walking in the direction I now returned from. Our eyes met briefly and I watched him gingerly guide the frail dogs trot.</div><br /><div>I wish I had been on his side, not for his sake but for mine. I wish i could've blown him a twenty along with a kiss across the highway. But the fuckin fords on their fuckin way to fuckin monday night football and PTA meetings and fat suppers would've trampled both. </div><br /><div>So it was just the eyes.</div><br /><div>I wish i had taken him to my truck so that we might've sat cross-legged on the bed while he told me his story, maybe share a beer, maybe laughed.<br />I wouldn't have asked him where he was going, that question is never fair.</div><div>Then maybe we'd lean back against opposing walls and talk of the dog's story as he rubbed its trusting neck. The dog, <em>this</em> dog, is perhaps the only friend who never betrayed him. </div><br /><div>But I didn't-we didn't. </div><br /><div>See, I was going this way, and he that way, and on opposite sides and all and then all them fucking fords keeping fucking schedules, and, well, we just didn't.</div><div>I slept in a warm bed with a full belly and a pocket full of useless coin. I don't know where they slept. I didn't earn the right.</div><br /><div></div><div>But I have some hopes; I hope he keeps the dog and the dog him. I hope he makes another friend. I hope someone misses him. I hope there's a love for him somewhere.<br />I also hope he doesn't wish for more than he and the dog need. That would be tragic. He'd become just another pissed off ford late for american idol.</div><div>Or maybe a lost trucker with money who's only comfort is an empty rail road track on the wrong side of the fords.</div><br /><div>He has the dog, he's better off than he knows. and the ford will come soon enough and he'll miss the dog.</div><br /><div>~rick</div>Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-88574854624360825892010-10-03T13:10:00.000-07:002010-10-03T13:30:06.695-07:00explanation and more picsDear Reader, please understand that any words I post to this site are done from my tiny phone on the highway. Blogger sees fit to space and paste without mercyand I am unable to edit and fix. When I come here and see how my words were laid out I nearly cry at how they read, but it is what it is. Please don't look for art in these posts. Just share my tangled thoughts with me please. Thank you, Rick<br /><br /><br />Night driving<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeu6kmcGQzK3DN7LFFX4xjaQaYl3z1zDXS7kx_dwsbWf-Pu3ERJTiSA9Ov97Mil0cAEZ1y2FB5mYFfE2f-AyW2gvoS_61_BcBIF3wNCfsaDcC5vU128h_vt1P6ciQ2AobPSxZ9AV2u0ik/s1600/101002_061743%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523918041475392450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeu6kmcGQzK3DN7LFFX4xjaQaYl3z1zDXS7kx_dwsbWf-Pu3ERJTiSA9Ov97Mil0cAEZ1y2FB5mYFfE2f-AyW2gvoS_61_BcBIF3wNCfsaDcC5vU128h_vt1P6ciQ2AobPSxZ9AV2u0ik/s320/101002_061743%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><div>a brilliant sun<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZhZMTBUNr1M8sWzUnZDEgw3pj0rpJwthUR0P1H0Ntz62f1ve_AdQ9KoFhMknT0MsyfwrKCC6hJDQUMaWd_KI5uzoHraS4P0cTA7wZ4Cb3MrFIIrMOT17Xqj_75yHePFSCn-6A4G_mD0/s1600/100929_080806%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523918035358322626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZhZMTBUNr1M8sWzUnZDEgw3pj0rpJwthUR0P1H0Ntz62f1ve_AdQ9KoFhMknT0MsyfwrKCC6hJDQUMaWd_KI5uzoHraS4P0cTA7wZ4Cb3MrFIIrMOT17Xqj_75yHePFSCn-6A4G_mD0/s320/100929_080806%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>a brilliant sunset<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLDoW38MGgJEk28ii8jTNsLSQiF9koPYfNsjl0BPR_Lf4E0FjiWBtaqANXvs6pZKXr3fyEoTntJA0OnlXoXSIwdYGvJMaHsh3W-VY29zBiTNER_l7T93RZ4rbd81rn6FWhZmRuBOHqyo/s1600/100929_074920%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523918033449329954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLDoW38MGgJEk28ii8jTNsLSQiF9koPYfNsjl0BPR_Lf4E0FjiWBtaqANXvs6pZKXr3fyEoTntJA0OnlXoXSIwdYGvJMaHsh3W-VY29zBiTNER_l7T93RZ4rbd81rn6FWhZmRuBOHqyo/s320/100929_074920%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>I love sunlight thru trees<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGuaodeNvIH4HoKZG2816mAnmYzcLdAbRJ81Oe8BBoIoCMNskZXEnouwkPQzhdxtUWufcffc_AzHPdWEk9w_5NffqgXs9AUeGCbSc8YY0EIur4LcT2YbEBMifKXQhhhsnk2wceFRcsazk/s1600/101002_072007%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523917069352515954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGuaodeNvIH4HoKZG2816mAnmYzcLdAbRJ81Oe8BBoIoCMNskZXEnouwkPQzhdxtUWufcffc_AzHPdWEk9w_5NffqgXs9AUeGCbSc8YY0EIur4LcT2YbEBMifKXQhhhsnk2wceFRcsazk/s320/101002_072007%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>mmmm, water!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU-I9Zw3wt-ERWXAFOVCcE03IIc8T9NzFMKFUq5i_ovDI2fffN9uR2WEVjtMNhJ_s_6cU60uai5cxsbHiLPi4YfYwL8vAbPMSWz-cyrbaijnCQAl2c_OM3e5EAfKVNSJuzgrMMRB-pb8c/s1600/101002_142730%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523917062347796594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU-I9Zw3wt-ERWXAFOVCcE03IIc8T9NzFMKFUq5i_ovDI2fffN9uR2WEVjtMNhJ_s_6cU60uai5cxsbHiLPi4YfYwL8vAbPMSWz-cyrbaijnCQAl2c_OM3e5EAfKVNSJuzgrMMRB-pb8c/s320/101002_142730%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>geese keeping me company<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YADP8DKxQkZuyGxrwZ2OT-BDmlOnLKQaCZdkiK_Z6zIBGSFlt4QrUmoEVXYWfJHGmq1mOeQoTAl1Yqs09bDLE5wq0BH6iLzdn8w7ovh-qBhwReJw6gRXj6kuY_YBvNwoZo9n2aNuUII/s1600/101002_085620%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523917058081109634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YADP8DKxQkZuyGxrwZ2OT-BDmlOnLKQaCZdkiK_Z6zIBGSFlt4QrUmoEVXYWfJHGmq1mOeQoTAl1Yqs09bDLE5wq0BH6iLzdn8w7ovh-qBhwReJw6gRXj6kuY_YBvNwoZo9n2aNuUII/s320/101002_085620%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>a fine place to pee<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJAaZRKtg-tgAN-yWTDh0dJAxw-hjrN_h4yBwJxr2lw8QJwWa7ywfTRQ4KqvNO-uxhi1A97CBL2hhL70LQluR3-jmKTlTzCgLqdS2mqGsZgGIExxs5TcxzGoVY0SLppqGi0BXpG_LWA7E/s1600/101002_072536%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523917055084519570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJAaZRKtg-tgAN-yWTDh0dJAxw-hjrN_h4yBwJxr2lw8QJwWa7ywfTRQ4KqvNO-uxhi1A97CBL2hhL70LQluR3-jmKTlTzCgLqdS2mqGsZgGIExxs5TcxzGoVY0SLppqGi0BXpG_LWA7E/s320/101002_072536%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-24967232461730427282010-10-02T05:53:00.001-07:002010-10-02T05:53:15.205-07:00Mississippi in the morningWoke up this morning in Baton Rouge<br>My creole blood likes the name, but not really much to see.<br>I'm northern by nature and birth as my creole blood migrated long ago and i find the south too snakey and too bible belt for my sandstorm ways.<p>But i have to say, as i plunder my way to Virginia and mountains too strong for this piss ant truck, if there's anything more beautiful than mississippi in the morning-marry it.<br>I've travelled this land and beyond steady for four decades now and ain't much i haven't seen.<br>But this early morning october saturday has gifted me generously with a sun like raindrops on fire through trees too grand to describe.<br>Mississippi, i applaud and thank you for such a spectacular performance!<p>----------<br>Sent from AT&T's Wireless network using Mobile EmailRickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-47575680871178597352010-09-30T07:38:00.001-07:002010-09-30T17:17:41.646-07:00Sharing a skyI have a friend who<br />Shares her garden<br />And we, task of strays <p>She wants me tatooed<br />And if her permanent smile<br />It could win<br />My skin I'd gladly give <p>But she's like the rest of us<br />A little fucked<br />In her own chambered way </p><p>and tatoos more temporary than we think </p><p>Her mind and body know<br />Too many bad days<br />But her heart flits always<br />Good and plumb<br />In the garden of<br />Dragonfly wings <p>I think of her often,<br />This lady outlaw<br />Held by Doc Holliday <p>And now, as i sail<br />The calm of a fall day<br />While Desperado<br />Sings me to sad <p>I will pass close,<br />Not close enough to touch<br />Or share a coffee<br />But a sky<br />And birds in passing feeder to feeder</p><p>The coffee will happen<br />Maybe even the tatoo<br />But today, across the expanse<br />Of outlaws and strays<br />The sky will be enough </p><p>Good morning Marion <p></p>Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-76030652966291131362010-09-25T07:08:00.001-07:002010-09-27T15:43:22.032-07:00Johnny's barIt was a hell of a day,<br />A hell of a week<br />One of much loss, and<br />Very little gain<br />With Chicago showing small favor <p>Johnny's scribbled my prescription<br />And Dawn filled it <p>The trail from my truck<br />Was easy to follow<br />As many bled this<br />Passage through<br />The broken fence <p>A real throwback,<br />This johnny's, where<br />Everyone smokes, even<br />The bartender<br />And the juke box<br />Cries, like a lone wolf Ball hung on a barb wire fence</p><p>Two young girls shoot pool as<br />We all twist to spy the<br />Denims stretch,<br />But when they kiss<br />Many lose interest </p><p>The guy next to me has<br />Quartered Gypsy Woman<br />And George Jones.<br />I approve as i watch his eyes close, His body rocks And his hands rub his phone<br />As a genie's lamp </p><p>He's fat, too so<br />And i wish to comfort him<br />But not now<br />-he's gone remembering</p><p>On my other side, is Brent<br />Another trucker playin the ATM<br />Like penny slots</p><p><br />His army brat wife with<br />Twelve tatoos and his<br />Two kids has said goodbye , And he shoots crown<br />Like lemon drops<br />Him i comfort </p><p>When my prescription runs out<br />And runs over<br />I order a pizza<br />And follow our path,<br />Our fix To another day<br />Another highway</p>Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-55137814717526397952010-09-23T19:55:00.000-07:002010-09-23T20:23:16.024-07:00more pics from the road<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLk5ZBwtZjj9Jv108jPCxskpteqLLrRRJuomYXaPS2kIKMnaUCFnihnCboqSYhOfOHRuwx_JMD8xTxREhByf-BaO84U71m6dfQHNVkDiO5wE19lsM-W1vE03DyHja9vDwoN6KFeQwr-H0/s1600/100922_192511%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520310954524160722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLk5ZBwtZjj9Jv108jPCxskpteqLLrRRJuomYXaPS2kIKMnaUCFnihnCboqSYhOfOHRuwx_JMD8xTxREhByf-BaO84U71m6dfQHNVkDiO5wE19lsM-W1vE03DyHja9vDwoN6KFeQwr-H0/s400/100922_192511%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a 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HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520310942304526594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4DIVUSe4ppaSvFMjMCoafLcF4U8NkKtTHtK3W6z3y5fo8RZ0w5yrvi24wJBYT3Wi7hmWUkC70Pwg0Uja_Viz0A048O1Y4HwkCe2MvmvFIigPslfXUzEXJKcH29jms4_21ZBfg1dYV6xg/s400/100923_191413%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYUSFTtXsQDsi9b2NIt8xc5CIUCtFc7VaFzIcCyXXq6TPie63Qu4vPzKWznwvd8kcBuwbQXPrhTWXXkH-_X2aejKfWI8ZqCK60q7TOSQEzCEG5jPlyaGUAdgO7IQPS7g8EyjGzRpVas0k/s1600/100914_193812%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520310938367961442" border="0" alt="" 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400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520308905336051698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKlI1wtUL5EVLX5DdTah4DInPORF8_iEGLhE_ZpZjvdGMHNjYDA7GTRRf4_2ckeAaANeDJ1-RJvW6msGV2jvKotFhhVnZFB5YJSr0hRU_H-oO1Kk2dOfXV3vXgMDeH_U-YbgHxD1I2jBw/s400/100923_193506%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-56347080673954125522010-09-15T13:05:00.001-07:002010-09-15T13:05:45.974-07:00A watchGot a watch today, an ugly one<br>They seemed pleased i hadn't wrecked a truck or killed civilians in my first year.<br>The small stuff they'll overlook<br>Wink wink<br>i hate watches. Would never wear one.<br>I hate time, it never runs in my favor.<br>This one has cheap n gawdy written all over it.<p>Reminds me of my mother<br>"it's a boliva!" she said, as she proudly layed it in my hand.<br>"the guy in the bar had a bunch of em in his coat. I only paid ten dollars for it!"<br>Her bloodshot eyes nearly beamed.<br>Nearly<br>I looked at it closely<br>I wore it for the eight days it ran.<br>Never had the heart to tell her that Boliva isn't spelled Bolivia<p>----------<br>Sent from AT&T's Wireless network using Mobile EmailRickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-39124447999796620952010-09-14T04:41:00.001-07:002010-09-14T04:41:57.669-07:00On My WalkLast night<br>I met a strange girl<br>It was a good night for a walk<br>And we both knew it<p>I showed her the sunset<br>But she'd already seen it<br>She looked anyway<br>So I could see it in her eyes<p>She was a strange one<br>But strange was her sanity<p>She would look left<br>Point right<br>And talk right down the middle<br>Where the truth is<br>Always overlooked<p>I swear I met her before<br>And the wind in her laugh<br>Gave me entrance<br>To a place I had known<p>We parted easy<br>With only smiles<br>And I watched her<br>Become one with the shadow<p>It was a good night for a walk<br>And we both knew it<br>And somewhere down the middle<br>I remembered her truth<p>----------<br>Sent from AT&T's Wireless network using Mobile EmailRickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-9768427118946216712010-09-10T05:37:00.001-07:002010-09-10T05:37:36.754-07:00Travellin onI'm freezin!<br>n it feels wonderful<br>It's a great day to be a traveller<br>I nosed in, nestled in really, to a piece of field last night on the edge of a truckstop in northern ohio.<br>Woke up this mornin and stepped gently into the day. The sunshine played lightly along everything.<br>Down a ways in the grass were some wanderers. They had a tent but a couple of them just lay in the open, just a sleeping bag and incongruous white pillow. Some slept, some woke n stretched. Maybe a fly by night rock band playing bars for a hundred a night. Who knows, doesn't matter.<br>In the truckstop we travellers bumped each other as we strangers brushed our teeth together in the sink just shaved in. It's alright.<br>Getting coffee, a thirty somethin blonde with bad bed head n wearin whatever was available gave me a sleepy smile as we fumbled through the creamers.<br>Both silently agreeing, it's alright.<br>Now the friday miles slip easy to an indie radio station playin good stuff.<br>travellin<br>Today, it's alright<p>----------<br>Sent from AT&T's Wireless network using Mobile EmailRickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951282094994560539.post-78963719234809425742010-09-09T22:47:00.001-07:002010-09-09T22:52:01.943-07:00More Road Pics<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCz3LiA7yeRm8mWlXJaGloxRP3VPShR7zDabR2g8ovLCoiKIoapLgNaW-kJofXzhjXVjMXZBRO5PhdQtx97Hk1ifVEOmthQYtSlEADMp7rco-0ocouHhvyxJm-gvBFimphSvRM6QiS0h8/s1600/100901_192406%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515158440913296354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCz3LiA7yeRm8mWlXJaGloxRP3VPShR7zDabR2g8ovLCoiKIoapLgNaW-kJofXzhjXVjMXZBRO5PhdQtx97Hk1ifVEOmthQYtSlEADMp7rco-0ocouHhvyxJm-gvBFimphSvRM6QiS0h8/s400/100901_192406%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimV0HsbM7pi9ijRtFspoQj2LNwPIRks8nfmBGq-u_cwmiEJK-M9uN86FG_dQyOPM7noCz9tSBTfQYb0Xe30SqQkHPOocnXgLuQpur5Gr_eUn0c3HZECDfGoKGbTDxII42pFv8uWW8myOY/s1600/100901_194439%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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For good measure<p>But its september now<br>A month for songs<br>A month of ease before<br>The cold winds speak<br>Get ready<p>September is a time<br>A gentle ticking<br>Its a place<br>In tender hearts<p>And Buffalo,<br>Your big, powerful,<br>Able to swing me fully<br>From summer's final gallow<p>As i drive north, Buffalo,<br>I spill my prayer<br>Under the gavel of your call<br>Buffalo,<br>Will you be kind<br>This september day?<p>----------<br>Sent from AT&T's Wireless network using Mobile EmailRickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12466743523566419268noreply@blogger.com