Who will ride with me now?

I got the call early on a cold wet California morning On a blue fluffy white sunny afternoon my partner died Who will face the town's folk and the sheriff with his posse with me now? Who's gonna surf the volcanoes cold spring waters with me? Who will ski down the Serrias warm snowy slopes with me now? Will I get washed away by the endless tides of the chronically anal retentive mainstream? Is it time I give up standing against its currents and let it float me downstream pacifly like a helpless leaf? Who will ride with me now? Who will slap leather with me by my side when the crowd of fear has me cornered in the myopic alley of limited visions? Who will protect my back from the self-righteous knife of the cowering towns folk? Who will feed my horse when they run me down and lynch me from the tree of the sacred rebels? Save me a spot next you my brother at the bar in the holy saloon of endless blissful light We will drink and smoke and talk about women while philosophizing about the nature of being or Black and Decker tools. Then we will mount our steeds of change and ride west into the sun itself I will shake your hand again on the other side ... high noon my brother Dale (EasyMony) Cushman 1955 to 2000

TheMightyAcorn 2/29/00