FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
118
Paul Zarzyski
"Why I Am Not Going to Buy a Computer"
Because pitching woo to my 1952 baby blue Smith-Corona Silent-Super - good ol' U.S. of A. steel and iron, truer than a shoeing anvil - is like getting mighty western on a saddle blanket in the hayloft on a cool July afternoon,
computer, confusion, lover
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
120
Paul Zarzyski
The "Have Laptop, Will Travel" Paladin-Never-Used-A-Computer Boogie-Woogie Blues
Got a laptop dallied to the apple of my saddle I'm moving stock and talking with my broker in Seattle I'm a yahooin' dot-commer Don't tell the Unabomber I'm a cyberspace roughrider I'm a rammer and a rommer.
computer, monitor, bidding
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
122
Paul Zarzyski
Rodeo Poet Horse-Manure-Forker
Not your run-of-the-mill manure, no sirree - these are creative greenbacks in the round, wads of quadruple sawbucks, hard cold October simoleons, ingots
manure, hay, wages
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
124
Paul Zarzyski
The Day My Dentist, George Olsen, Was Crowned "Hero!" To Poet Across The Whole Cowpoke Cosmos
Tilted topsy-turvy and periodontically probed for hours - launched by a laudanum-Novocain-nitrous oxide bronc called Cocktail toward the planet Amalgam - I have just begun my tipsy re-entry into atmospheric earth
dentist, pain, root canal
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
126
Paul Zarzyski
Pre-Op-Poet Blues
"NOTHING to eat or drink after midnight" puts the Yosemite Sam "WHOA!" on my morning tryst with the Muse who knows she comes second only to my first cup of joe - the caffeine fix my very Italian mother hooded me on when she laced my baby bottle with "just a little dribble," from her coffee cup
coffee, energy, inspiration
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
130
Paul Zarzyski
How The Lord Throwed-In With Mom To Make Me Quit The Broncs
'Twas as my mother sayin' rosaries day and night - beads coiled 'round each mitt- that compelled the Lord to heed her prayers, if He built this world in seven days He could dang sure make me quit.
prayers, angel, plans
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
132
Paul Zarzyski
Dear Mom
The night that devil danced on me I know how you barely peeked between fingers and beads. You heard the hard blow-by-blow announcer cawing from the crow's nest, above the cowboy holler and dust,
piano, rodeo, drunk
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
133
Paul Zarzyski
Benny Reynolds' Bareback Riggin'
A bacon slab a-boiled black in oil every day Ain't as soggy as the surcingle he folds whatever twisted way he wants to, heck it always has sprung back Like a flapping magic bird pulled from his riggin' sack,
bareback, rodeo, age
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
136
Paul Zarzyski
Rodeo In His Bones
He rocked-n-roweled for eons With The Cowpoke Rolling Stones, But Bronco Rock, once in his blood, Now yodels in his bones.
rock, pop culture, rodeo
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
138
Paul Zarzyski
The Roughstockaholic's "Just-One-More-Last-One" Blues
What I would pledge for one more horse? I'd drive a Rambler, scrap the Porsche. I'd swear off beef and live on borscht.
bronc, elko, debt
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
140
Paul Zarzyski
A Cowboy Reel
"Ain't a hand been hatched since 1950," you'll hear some real cowboy pontificate and pine - "just a bunch of wanna-bes, Hopalong-come-latelies," compared to him, who's born, of course, in 1949.
dance, real cowboy, horse
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
143
Paul Zarzyski
Ain't No Life After Rodeo: The Polish-Hobo-Rodeo-Poet's Commencement Address - To the Chagrin of Every Graduate's Mother - At
There ain't no life after rodeo Sulled-up old cowboys will tell you so
college, rodeo, encouragement
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
145
Paul Zarzyski
Washed-Up Zarzyski Rides Ol' '65 Maytag to a Sudsy Standstill
Its spin cycle, exactly like my psyche, maniacally out of centrifugal whack, thus triggering this seismological tectonic breakfast plate shift at the epicenter of our house, the kitchen, all-a-tremor in a seven-point-oh-oh
washing machine, injury, soap
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
150
Paul Zarzyski
Not Having Made It as a Writer, On His 55th Birthday The Poete Maudit Turns Himself in to Literary Johnny Law And, While Incu
Trust me, Lieutenant Hugo - I truly do not know where my strumpet Muse goes now when She plays nooky hooky, swooning under the radar on a Tuesday afternoon, rather than her usual Friday or Saturday night soirees, trysts,
pheromones, love, court
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
152
Paul Zarzyski
The Ms. of the Mega-Munitions
She's got a shotgun under the loveseat A Colt .45 in each drawer A derringer tucked in her garter belt Her boudoir is warrior decor.
femme fatale, gun, weapon
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
154
Paul Zarzyski
She-Devil Muse
She pinned her tail on my donkey heart She-played spin-the-bot-le with my liver She bushwhacked me at the "celibate social" She loaded harpoons into Cupid's quiver - She loaded harpoons into Cupid's quiver.
devil, crazy, women
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
156
Paul Zarzyski
Why I Ain't Buying Into The Word "Inspiration"
As heavy-handed as gravity, the magnetic She-force of poems pulls, bullies, baits, solicits me to tag along, to join Her for raw oysters and coitus,
muse, inspiration, violent
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
158
Paul Zarzyski
Burn-Barrel Publishing: To Burn or Not To Burn? That Is The Question!
Just how much big-batch warm corn liquor spilling into my tin-can up straight out of the still's copper coils must I guzzle, must I gulp,
publishing, literature, poetry
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
162
Paul Zarzyski
The Tumbleweed Munchies
After my nemesis, the stiff wind, howls, under cover of darkness, "Charge!" to her spiny urchin army of The Big Dry,
tempura, food, cravings
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
164
Paul Zarzyski
The Heavyweight Champion Pie-Eatin' Cowboy of the West
I just age 50 pies! - started off with coconut macaroon, wedged my way through bar angel chocolate, Marlborough, black walnut and sour cream raisin to confetti-crusted crab apple -
pies, contest, thanksgiving
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
167
Paul Zarzyski
Bizarzyski - Mad Bard and Carpenter Savant of Manchester, Montana - Feeds the Finicky Birds
Unlikely that my poems will ever land in some Norton Anthology of Ornithology, let alone The Guinness Bird Book of World Bon Appetit Records,
birds, feed, salami, tofu
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
169
Paul Zarzyski
Sadly - Oh-so-sadly - I Have to Explain The Sopranos to Someone Who Just Does Not Capice
...you got it yet, goomba? I'm Eye-talian. And what we Eye-talians do, see, besides communion with the one and only true God, who also just so happens to be Eye-talian - "Vengeance is mine sayeth the lord?"
italian, culture, accent
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
170
Paul Zarzyski
ANTIPASTO!
The tongue loves ANTIPASTO! The linguini way each button-mushroom syllable - gold
pasta, toppings, dinner
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
171
Paul Zarzyski
Potatoes
Unless they've been clandestinely launched whole into orbit as a satellite welcome wagon gunnysack toward alien good will
potato, drunk, breeding
Steering With My Knees
Paul Zarzyski
FOLK COLL 11 Z-5
176
Paul Zarzyski
Telemarketer Malediction
Even your own mother would opt for obscene collect phone calls from her parish priest over hearing from you.
phone call, advertising, dispicable