FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

Paul Zarzyski

Cowboys & Indians

When my father does not ride in on time for supper, I track him down, find him wounded, fevered, slumped on his big hairy Ernest Borgnine forearms over his work bench in the shop across the yard.

westerns, television, tv series

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

Paul Zarzyski

Woodchuck Love

The summer after my father faded into life's final hibernation, after I consecrated with his gray remains the sturdiest sugar maples, birch, black ash and oaks in his woodlot,

death, garden, yard

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

Paul Zarzyski

Drinking With Mister Mink

A yard sale one-of-a-kinder, stuffed likely by a master cannabis gardener turned amateur taxidermist after the harvest, Mr. Mink, fastened

cannabis, drinking, fancy

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

Paul Zarzyski

Flat Crick's Mad Gourmet Poet and His Fishing Fanatic Neighbor Hold The First-Ever Polecatting Derby

When noxious fumes put the kibosh on out Bon Appetítit Christmas feast - our eyes instead of mouths watering into platefuls of spiced cognac yams

buffet, christmas, baking

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

Paul Zarzyski

Zarzyski Goes Daffy With Zupan On The Last Day Of Quacker Season

"... Partner, I don't give a gander's ass, so don't ask me what the poor folks are up to today. All I know, it's the eighth of January, worst rawboned blizzard in years - minus

ducks, hunt, snow

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

Paul Zarzyski

Escorting Grammy To The Potluck Rocky Mountain Oyster Feed At Bowman's Corner - A Love Poem

Lean Ray Krone bellers through a fat cumulus cloud of Rum-Soaked Wagonmastser Conestoga

race. spring, baking

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

Paul Zarzyski

Deer Heart (And Gentle People)

"A must cuisine for the county music purist," I tell my pal, Quinton Mush-Heart Duval, "the Q'ster," wincing as I rinse the mule deer's ticker in the sink -

dinner, hunting, heart

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

Paul Zarzyski

Zarzyski Stomachs The Oxford Special With Zimmer At The Ox Bar & Grill

Donning his bronc-stomper black hat, cockeyed the morning after reading range rhymes in Montana, Zimmer swears out loud

bar, z, brains

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

Paul Zarzyski

Red Shuttleworth's Birthday, Baseball, Boilermaker Bards Bombastic, And The Horrible, But Victorious, Morning After

His lower lip squeegees the Guinness foam from his Johnny Ringo mustache shining silver in the kitchen light where we drink

alcohol, bar, birthday

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

Paul Zarzyski

Zarzyski, Not Exactly Wild Bill Hickok

Forty-seven times my shotgun thundered, a downpour of BBs riddles the sloughs, as I wade knee-deep in Winchester hulls

duck, bullet shells, dinner

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

Paul Zarzyski

Attack Of The Box Elder Bugs - Or As Poet Greg Keeler Would Put It, "Somebody Bring Me The Goddamned Bug Book!"

Clinging to the sunny side of the house crawling, I - wired to one hundred feet of florescent orange extension cord dangling from my crippled stepladder - vacuum the outside south wall, one more battle lost to old Ma Nature.

box elder bugs, attack, exterminate

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

Paul Zarzyski

STUUFFF!

Braking for all sales - estate, yard, auction, rummage, moving, garage - as well as all thrifts - Saint Vinny's, Sally Ann's, Goodwill, Open Hands - we stop at nothing when it comes to further stuffing our cars

junk, stuff, hording

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

Paul Zarzyski

Porch Light Web

All summer long the miller moths crap their muddy watercolor crap between brush strokes of pricey oil paintings adorning my living room walls, goddamn pointillism-tainting dust-bag vagabonds -

web, spider, moths

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

Paul Zarzyski

Of Man And Mouse

In their itsy-bitsy bucktoothed brainpans my humble abode becomes Sun City, Arizona, Cancun, Bermuda, Honolulu, a Carnival Cruise rodent reunion on the Queen Gouda to Velveetaville

winter, blankets, mice

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

Paul Zarzyski

Cantankerous-N-Rank!

Cantankerous-n-rank, So cantankerous-n-rank: the cowboy walks the ranching plank, Some days his heart so dark, so dank, He ain't so suave, he ain't so swank, He's just so blankety blankety blank Guldang... cantankerous-n-rank - He's cantankerous-n-rank!

ranch plank, tools

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

Paul Zarzyski

After Sipping Chardonnay And Talking Art, Tossin' Shots Poetically At Doc Holliday's

Because Mike Sarich knows Carmen, the bartender, who just so happens to love artists inside and out, the same way Sarich adores a '47 Harley Kucklehead, tonight is our Lady Luck night in Reno.

bar, alcohol, art

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

Paul Zarzyski

Yevgeny Alexandrovich Yevtushenko: Cowboy Poet

Purring growl of your Russian tongue makes love to our women, suddenly erumpent and churning erotic in public. Once they were sweet cream butter melting to our Dutch oven touch under slow even-burning coals of mesquite,

russian, cowboy poet, flirt

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

Paul Zarzyski

Martini McRae & Whiskey Zarzyski: A Brace of Blackjack Aces

Three mush-hearted dealers changed careers 'cause they couldn't gut the cruelty and the guilt. The pit boss's shot-glass eyes broke to tears watching, wrinkle-by-wrinkle, two cowpoke poker faces wilt.

blackjack, trauma, losing

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

Paul Zarzyski

The Elko Ecdysiast - or, What Happens in Elko Ain't Staying in Elko

Redefining "shock-n-awe," the stripper, on break, takes a seat at our front-row, center-stage table out of the bluest blue, making us believe in life after death, patron saints of dumb luck,

stripper, lust, steer

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

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Paul Zarzyski

Calico Fever Blues

He's got the calico fever blue-oos From his Stetson to his horse's shoe-oos

love, blues, breakup

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

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Paul Zarzyski

Pomes

I've played Vegas and I'm itching to boldly say no way poetry ever will outstrut, outbluff, outmuscle, outpoint, outshoot, outpitch, outshimmy, outshine cleavage -

brothel, poems, metaphor

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

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Paul Zarzyski

Long Sagebrush Drives - An Adrenaline-Induced, Testosterone-Fueled, Buckin'-Hoss-Twister, Roughstockaholic Jabberwocky-Rap

Six roughstock buck-offs in a land-barge Ford Six riggin' bags cached in the trunk Umpteen go-arounds, none of us scored Our riggin's all leaked and we sunk -

rap, truck, cowboys

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

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Paul Zarzyski

Super-Grooving in the "Voodoo Lou"

Even the wind we bucked is blown away by million-decibel Rolling Stones (nope, not singing Bob Nolan's "Tumbling Tumbleweeds")

car, road trip, cowboy music

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

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Paul Zarzyski

Rodeo Poet Barnstormer

Eighty-nine copies of your latest alliterative lariati title - sans remaining space for one more iambic molecule of mold or mildew, one more fly-poop-period-gone-wild black speck - crammed into the Genuine Split Cowhide

airline, dream, airport

Steering With My Knees

Paul Zarzyski

FOLK COLL 11 Z-5

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Paul Zarzyski

The Passion of the Toast

Now let us pray and let us pay kudos to the new flimflammer champ of the entrepreneurial universe, you shrewd epicurean sous-chef to The Big Guy, you.

church, advertisement, food