Sunday, August 23, 2009

Only thing left to do ...

by Pat Darnell


Only thing left
Is quit breathing
‘din I’ll be dead
Bless’ed dead

I believe in miracles
Yes I believe
I kin see d’ light houses
E’en tho I’m blind

I hear you breathe
I kin hear you breathe

Tho you don’ know it
N’ I dream

Only thing is
... about bein’ brave
If I quit d’ dreamin’
I’d forgit to breathe
Yes sir, I’d shore be afraid

I met a legless boot maker
He’s drunk allus time, sure was,
he’s drunk all week
sewed me t’ last pair of boots
... I’d ever need

Din I worked
Peeling bark off logs
Enuff to git a horse
It threw me off

I’d been sore lost
I bin lost in a bog
Till dis bogtrotter find me
‘Don’t die on me,’ he said

Guess I ain’t gonna die now
Cuz’ I din’t die then

He gave me this here
Harmonick’ee
We hitched our way
allus t' Missour’ee

Dat bogtrotter tol’ me
Dat’ he had no teeth
I tol’ him I can’t see

Winter in d’ Ozark,
... weren’t too nice
Spint winter
... in lots of ice
I lost the rest
... of my sight
Dat’ bogtrotter left
... one frozen night

But din my luck split
what I find me Missy Miss:
She took best care of us
I called her my Pony X-spress

We caught three trains
All the way to Milwaukee
Pony, she got real sick
In our boxcar trip
... couldn't walk it

One night
... couldn’t hear her breathe
After she’d gone to sleep
Now I got
... too many promises
That I can’t keep

I got no money
No town is mine
Only this mouth harp
And I is blind

I will tell you this:
Every town I gwane tho’
I has a witness, ya’ know
Someone always there

Allus’ helps me around
One was my Pi’ony X-press
Yep, one in every town ...
z'ares somm'ere a princess
I giv'in you a witness
... in every rapturous town

Monday, August 17, 2009

Laundromat

I call this one: Snowy Bleach
by Pat Darnell

I did not know
washing could be so slow

that’s why I throw
everything together

in the Cold \ Cold
washer cycle of love’

no little feat
I use this custom mug

via Zazzle,
bought at Cat-bek dot thug

to measure suds
enough soap flakes to reach

optimum whites
a mug of Snowy Bleach

watch suds cascade
as snow cold cavalcade

buzzing lights
rumbling drums
tumbling flux
gathering glum

a tune by Sade
Diamond Life; Love Deluxe

tufts of fluff on
floor linoleum

door opens up
sparkly eyes lighten mine

hibbidy hi
royal lovely emerged

hubbidy hubb
laundromat zoftig maid

this velvet night
beginning her wash day

bending to fold
surrounded by rolls

of crack quarters
that wealth of labor extols

service my eyes
to desire, but with-hold

certain reserves
till next wash day unfolds

[another impromptu, unsolicited blues song lyric to add to your funnel files] pdnf

Monday, August 3, 2009

MooPig

Pat Darnell and Friends :
I ate a pork rind
it give a thought …
… to my mind
I ate a pork rind
… it give a thought
… to my mind
D’er ain’t no way a’ tellin’
if that lady …
if that lady is mine ….
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I eat a pork rind
it should’a been a sign
I said, I eat a pork rind
it shoulda … gi’ me a sign…
I look’t at another woman
… my old lady slap me blind….
yes she did, yes she did, yes she did
I sed …
Yes I ate a pork rind ….
my old lady slap me up side d’ head …
You see, I am a Muslim
and we don’ eat no rind, in bed,, badda bap ba dowwwww. whomp! Zaa Zaaaa.