Muddyboots the Gypsy
Refuses to even comb her hair
Refuses to even comb her hair
And she swings out of her darkened window, easing herself down
To the garden path and away
From policemen and their batons.
October afternoons
Find her stomping through the corn stalks
Like some celebrated sunflower actress
Bowing gracefully to her fans.
Muddyboots the gypsy
Hangs around the Sweet Roll Bakery--
She's got a little money,
But would rather steal a cupcake from some pigeon on the steps.
She wants to sleep with girls,
And sometimes does;
But they always end up trying to give her their clothes
And, in the end,
Go back to their bibles and boys.
Muddyboots the gypsy
Pickpockets the moon and makes a pendant.
After that,
Whenever she walks by women or water,
They follow without a thought.
Muddyboots the gypsy
Goes stomping past the shops.
The women who come out of there
Feel nothing at all but the scorn they learn in church.
Their woozy husbands, though,
Eye her thighs and chase their tails
Like dogs.
She sits beneath a haunted tree on evenings in November,
While the starlings go quite crazy in the branches above her head
(which is really the uncombed hair above her head)
And the racket is deeply disturbing
To the reverend, already in bed.
Muddyboots the gypsy
Goes stomping through the corn stalks in a cloud of noisy birds.
Wherever she stands,
It always rains with the sun still out.
When she's finished her pilfered cupcake,
She starts to sing the "Butterfly Duet" to herself
And fingers the tarot deck hidden in her skirts
Along with the file she keeps for picking the lock on the future.
Oh, she is wrong so wrong,
And the biddies and cops condemn her
But just sometimes, she's so sweet and right,
Like the solstice come December.
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clever shay.
ReplyDeleteAh the muse has come out to play with Shay!
ReplyDeleteoh wow...that was a trip to read...nicely played.
ReplyDeleteI've got the messy uncombed hair thing going on today.
ReplyDeleteGood read, thanks.
Very nice!
ReplyDeleteWhy does this gypsy girl reminds me so much of some Shay?...
ReplyDeleteI just love it poetess- always first price!
sweetie huggies***
This one gave me chills! Wow!!
ReplyDeleteThe part about the uncombed hair above her head made me LOL for some reason. :D
To the gypsy - bravo!
ReplyDeleteWow, Shay. You are the real deal.
ReplyDeleteTo think that I helped inspire that poetry exaults me!
Thanks for being my exciting new friend.
Aloha!
Comfort Spiral
damn, this is LOVE!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteMuddyboots...?
ReplyDeletePostalsneaker!!!
In my mind's eye I can see her do all that...
ReplyDeleteA wonderfully evocative poem, Shay. I'm honoured that you've found part of your inspiration at my place. :-)
Nice job! Great picture.
ReplyDeletexo
Kudos! Kudos!! to your poetic prowess. I'm getting addicted to your style and imageries that you bring about in your poems.
ReplyDeleteAnd there's something for you in my blog. Please pay a visit. And here's the link for your convenience - http://truthabtmeself.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-fist-blog-award.html
I do so hope the weather clears.
ReplyDeleteMuddyBoots seems to have helped me ride out a storm.
Cheers!
Soon I'll be back to norm.
thank you, Shay
Shay,
ReplyDeleteHave you been folowing me around. Since on vacation at home I have walked the grounds, the mounds, and the forests here, forgotten about shaving, forgotten how to comb my hair and my boots are muddy...LOL! Oh and love the girls and the boys with equal amore...
Love the squirrels with abandonment, and care for the flowers and animals with depth...
you spoke it so well and I am so grateful to read you!
Love
Gabi
WOW....made me think of
ReplyDelete" who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief... "
from Aqualung...Jethro Tull
Fine. You win. You don't have to wear the sweater I bought for you. Jeez!
ReplyDeleteoh, to think i would have missed this should i not be here today....wonderful piece! i visualize it through and through, wanting to live in those muddy gypsy boots; perhaps we all do? ;)
ReplyDeleteMiss Muddyboots would be welcome and quite at home at our abundance celebration this Autumn Equinox.
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