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Home of Bald Head Bushidog
Samaurai Living in a canine world
More Rhyme.
Less wasting time.
Bald Head Banana
raised in Montana.
Land of the red bandanna.
Yellow outside, white within.
But it's only skin.
Privacy I enjoy.
So not to be coy,
I'm only a toy.
I travel the Land,
looking to mind- expand.
Give me a hand.
Follow my brand.
Sleep like a dog?
Travel,
can cause your mind to unravel.
That's why the best memories to keep,
are when you're asleep.
While others are going through mud slog,
and jungle bog,
and mountain fog;
I'm sleeping like a dog.
All these influencers for content,
smiling in rain tents,
getting bugged and drugged in the Amazon.
Just be good and gone.
Deep in sleep.
Counting sheep.
Went through Wyoming,
my companion said,
"Everything looks dead".
and I looked down the road.
An occasional semi- Load.
and something forebode;
This is cowboy Land.
Straight Republi- Can.
Iffy for the queer and tanned.
Unless you wear a cattle brand.
And my companion says to me,
"Is this the Land of the Free"?
and I said, "as far as I can see,
from sea to shining sea,
Let's get out of here fast and speedily".
Dashboard Jesus
He's the guide.
Yeah, the one that got crucified.
Now he's here on every ride.
Springloaded for action.
Glue- bottomed for traction.
Poised on the windshield,
looking far afield.
There's those who have the North Star.
Some have GPS or Onstar.
But you can't go wrong,
going Long,
having the Messiah in your car.
A Work of Art
Something with heart
Something that gets us out of Life's Walmart.
Something worth putting in the grocery cart.
Something I can look;
Painting, movie, book,
and say, "that thing can cook".
Something that surprises,
in a world of franchises.
That makes a Spirit arises.
That makes you aware we're in crisis.
And only the Beauty of art,
makes Life worth a fart.
And more than a toasted Pop Tart.
Biggy on a Piggy
What dat about?
No doubt.
On a pig snout.
Just park it,
outside Pike Fish Market.
Everybody says "gotta go, y'all".
It's just a big outdoor mall.
Everywhere there's stalls.
I liked best the Chinese meatballs.
And smellin' the sea,
along with some pee.
Ain't nothin' for free.
And not to prattle;
Pork's better than cattle,
in Seattle.
Flying in to Bert Mooney Airport,
you're afraid the runway's short
In a plane so small,
there's no luggage stalls.
And a free fall,
into the middle of Nature.
A cow pasture.
In Montana, Butte.
Founded by miners and prositutes.
Your feet grow cowboy boots.
In the sticks.
Airports the size of Motel 6.
TSA is watching Netflix.
And after the unisex,
of LAX.
The wait all day,
of JFK.
What a welcome relief!
Welcome to pork and beef.
You're in Montana, baby.
Northwest America's Barrier Reef.
Alaska's great cheer
Land of Santa's reindeer.
Moose look at you queer.
One main road through the state. One rock slide is a 3- week wait. But the scenery's Great!
Ferries drop you off at islands here, and don't pick up for months or years.
Lewis and Clark, saw the Land stark. and what did they do? Left on the first canoe.
Single engine planes, land on glacier terrains, with dinosaur remains.
And there's whalin'. Russia's across the Bering sailin', and of course, almost- VP, Sarah Palin.
It takes a special breed, like the pioneers about which we read, to grow from Alaskan seed.
I mean, you can go gone, in the Yukon. You can get lost in the flora and faun. You can be watering your Lawn, but if from Alaska you spawn, your blood runs thick like a frozen bon- bon.
Brian Kamei
Mexi- Jap from East L.A./
Came out Hollywood way/ at a time/ when Asians were crime.
Or the bird flu/ or kung- fu/ or the geisha boo.
The nerds and the geeks/ No English speak/ turn the other rice cheek.
He had to play all that/ and watch your dogs and cats.
He had to be trailblazey/ so now Asians can be rich and crazy.
Now is the Asian day/ rap and the NBA/ any roles we can play.
Asians on the rise/ we're Whites with slant eyes.
But somebody had to start/ to push the uphill cart/ for Asians to lift up from Walmart.
Brian Kamei/ paved the way/ with sweat and grit.
Where's his Clooney and Pitt?/ He should be in English Lit/ after all he crawled through the shit/ he should be walking the red carpet.
Blanche Dubois in Butte
Dance!
Korean BBQ Joy!
Bigg on the Town
Yang Chow
3 Bears Alaska
is where you get tips, for the apocalypse.
Food in bulk, to feed the Hulk. Guns and camouflage, for getting out of Dodge. Tents and bear spray, to survive the end days.
It's the perfect shopping List, for doomsday survivalists.
Or just getting in the ourdoors, after nuclear wars.
3 Bears is the perfect place,
for the Last of the human race.
For bunkers fully supplied,
after the tsunami tides.
And the Mad Max zombies ride.
Cousins, The Dalles
has a lot of piggy pals.
The restaurant has a pig at the center,
when you enter.
Something about the Dalles pig,
is big.
And after the run,
through Eastern Washington,
heading in to Oregon;
where the air saps your lungs.
Lizards eat their young;
through dried skulls and dung;
Getting to the sliver,
of the Columbia River,
makes you shiver.
The Dalles Dam,
is better than fried spam.
Better than getting out of Vietnam.
And the friendly hotel and eat is bliss.
It's the river air that you miss.
And you don't mind if Cousins kiss.
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