Good Old Days
July 9th, 2010
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Past Mistakr
April 25th, 2010
lost the moment
slipped between the memory of a past mistake
and anticipation of future consequences
and it creates a sadness that tears apart today
I should be able to find the place I am and live
but this thing crawls up inside me and takes up residence
it banishes all else to my amazement and dismay
the overwhelming anxiety of the past
the vague anticipation of the future
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I’m devided
March 20th, 2010
pardon my indecision
but on the subject of circumcision
I’m devided…
literally
I didn’t have much of a choice
and if asked at the time I’d voice
the strongest of desents,
(I’d assume)
but looking at it now
I think if someone tried to give me a tip
I’d want it as much as fat lip
the helmet makes the man
and I can’t imagine who would plan
to wear a turtleneck swearer over their head
much less a helmeted head
another of god’s jokes or test
take it seriously
or in jest
but on the subject of circumcision
I think it’s a split decision
KK
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Korean Cowboy Boots
February 27th, 2010
In his Korean cowboy boots
And his Gandolf hood
The Transcendental Cowboy
Feels like a man
And he’s looking good.
Could be Texas
Or 1869
But that’s not what’s running through his mind.
He’s thinking instead about the ways of the world.
He says, “My Korean cowboy boots carry an American brand… But we all know they’re made in China.”
And then he moves on to the coat. “And the Gandolf hood?… Vietnam.”
TC
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Same Mistake Twice
November 24th, 2009
A sight for sore eyes, or rather to makes eyes sore, two ladies have made the same mistake this morning. The Cowboy can only assume they either live in a home free of mirrors, or in one filled with the cast off fun house mirrors of some now defunct carney sideshow.
The first was a sure lock for the part of ending an opera, and the second apparently thought her eating disorder had earned her the right to flaunt the fact that “supermodels” are way too fat.
Yet both these ladies, in separate but equal bad decisions, had chosen a pair of black tights with a sweater pulled down just to the ass, as an accent to it’s shape.
Now, said fashion statement does work. It does call attention to the ass as it is intended. But the instant the Cowboy’s attention arrived there it fled in horror. “Oh my god, what IS that?!” was the exact response he got from his brain.
Of course, he knew full well what it was. He just couldn’t quite believe anyone would want to advertise it like that.
“This is my argument for nudity.” he proffered. “It’s perfectly understandable to me to leave your whole self out on the lawn. That’s your self… But to put a big sign out pointing out just your giant balls, or you bow legs, or your FAT or SKINNY ass… Well that’s just begging the wrong sort of attention.”
TC
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A Day at the Zoo
November 11th, 2009
A long line of strangers paraded before the Cowboy. Short ones, tall ones, fat ones, skinny ones, young ones. Each seemed desperate to present themselves as the individual the Cowboy knew they must be. Yet somehow he only saw them as a collective of strange animals, a slowly flowing procession of the human zoo.
The first to catch his eye was the snot nose lady. She of the dangling nose ring. The Transcendental Cowboy offered his handkerchief, then retracted it when he realized the globule he thought was a slimy snot ball about to slip off onto the lady’s coat was in fact just her choice of decoration. “I’m guessing you miss the third grade.” he said as he slinked off.
Then there was the middle aged white guy with his Asian family, dressed in the floor length coat. A coat that a twenty something Asian would have pulled off with style and grace. But the Cowboy thought, “This must be a gift from the family who doesn’t accept the fact that white dad is never going to be Asian, no matter how much he desires it.”
Later there was the pair of three hundred pound health care professionals, moving in unison behind their counter. The Transcendental Cowboy was transported to the Oklahoma City Zoo and the graceful ballet of the hippopotami. He snapped back in a brief moment and tried to give them the benefit of glandular disorder and an ignorance of modern medicine. “No reason a doctor would teach his staff medical knowhow. Better to keep them ignorant and sedentary and in their place.” he mused.
Soon the Transcendental Cowboy arrived to put himself in check, “Being a bit of a little bitch, today. Aren’t we?”
Never one to roll over for himself the Cowboy responded to his own suggestion, “Just the facts, Ma’am.” And he continued in a rant, “Why is it that I found in the traditional dress of the Tajik women such complete and obvious individuality? I mean, you could see it in their eyes. Yet when I see all the desperately contrived costumery of my own kind, it appears as some kind of cry for attention?”
“Well,” he responded in time, “you aren’t Tajik. Maybe if you were you would have thought that the girl with the dark scarf was desperately trying to distinguish herself from her sisters, all in their bright colors.”
The Transcendental Cowboy had to think about it for a while. Then finally he decided. “I’m certainly glad to have reached the age where I’m through being cool and can settle into my own little herd where I belong…
Curmudgeonly old white guys with no remaining sense of style.”
TC
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