Bukka

I’d rather be the Devil
When I can change my clothes

With a ‘T’ for Texas
And tea from Tennessee

I wish I was a catfish
When I can change my clothes

With a break-it and a shake-it
And a hang-it-on-the-wall

I’m a M-I-H-N
When I can change my clothes

With hoo-dooin’ the hoodoo-man
And snatch it back and hold it

I’m sweet little Kokomo
When I can change my clothes

With a Blue light was my blues
And the Red light was my mind

I’m gonna wang-dang-doodle
When I can change my clothes

With feeling ’round for my shoes
And the blues all in my bread

I caught two bugs and a roach
When I can change my clothes

Dylan Does

 

Dylan hawks
Dylan heals
Dylan likes
Dylan steals

Dylan squawks
Dylan squeals
Dylan voiced
Dylan deals

Dylan wheels
Dylan cants
Dylan reels
Dylan rants

Dylan days
Dylan nights
Dylan deep
Dylan lights

I Loave Lucy (Now Sluiced!)

Vitameatavegamin—

The last ‘a’ lately
Believes it to be an ‘e’

‘Eata’ / ‘vita’ speak often
Loafing aloof for free

When ‘vega’ was oh-so-young
And ‘vega’ (so) did not see

‘Min’ could not o’suffer
The myopic for the miserly

McGillicuddy Manor—
In the Poconos and beyond

Frumpish Mister Frawley
Her redberry Venus “C’mon!”

Up in the old apartment
Up above Empire States

Radio waves hung lowly
Emphysemic tri-eyed fates

“Ricky dues
Desi dun’ts
Smoking away
Of HUGE blonde blunts”

“Vivvy voo
Vivvy vill
Gulped up trap
A briefly fill”

Chocolate grape, see
Paris Francesee

Telephone girdles ‘C’
Furnishing candidly

How. Did. They meet?
How. Did I. Secrete?

Often. Only. Under. Only. Over. Now.
Okay. Dark. Okay Light.

Park me rapacious in parade,

Court me aggrieved, of such charade

Address me sweet-low,
now how staid;

Satiate me some,
adrift at the county Dade

…wishing rapids

To the moon
&
to the maid