REBOOT

IN THE QUIET CALM
OF A SUMMER MORNING
IT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE
THAT THERE WOULD BE
A CLOUD IN THE SKY,
YOU DON’T EVEN TRY
TO IMAGINE,
JUST SMILE AND DWELL
ON SOMETHING SWELL,
LIKE THE NEW BABY
COMING TO MY FAMILY,
A WEDDING PLANNED
IN THE COUNTRY BRAND
WITH NEW MEMBERS
ADDING TO THE
PLETHORA OF NATIONS
INVOLVED,
WE HAVE EVOLVED
INTO A GROUP
OF FAR FLUNG
GENIUS, NOT OF
MYSELF DO I SPEAK
BUT THE NEW ONES
WHO CHALLENGE
AND CLIMB TO
THE PEAKS,
WHILE BACK
AT THE RANCH,
ON THE SHORES
OF BIG BLUE,
THERE ARE PASSIONATE
PROJECTS
ABOUT TO COME THROUGH,
I SNEAK OUT AND
WATER BEFORE
THE CURFEW
AND SMILE AT A NEWLY
BLOWN ORCHID,
PUSHING OUT FROM
A HARD MOVE
AND A NEW POT,
THERE WILL BE
A BLOOM
BETTER MAKE ROOM
IN MY STYLING
ALWAYS BEGUILING
FLOWERS TO HONOR
THE DAY,

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I AM FULL OF A
MESSAGE THAT
LOOPS IN MY HEAD
TO BE GRATEFUL
AND THANKFUL
FOR WHAT LIES AHEAD
ALTHOUGH I KNOW NOTHING
AND NEITHER DO YOU,
IT WILL BE A WONDER
TO WATCH IT COME TRUE,
YOU EITHER BELIEVE
OR YOU DON’T,
AND LIFE WILL HAPPEN
OR IT WON’T,
SO THE GUYS WHO
HAVE COME HERE
TO FIX ALL MY STUFF
HAVE LEFT ME INSTRUCTIONS
ON HOW TO BE TOUGH,
TAKE A BREATH
AND BE PATIENT,
UNPLUG AND WAIT
FOR A SILLY TEN
SECONDS AND
THEN OUT THE GATE,
IT WORKS EVERY TIME
IN LIFE AND PURSUIT
WHENEVER IN DOUBT
PLUNGE IN
AND REBOOT!

©J.W. WINSLOW 8/1/15

THE OAKIE FROM TIGERTAIL

THIS IS NOT A TALL
STORY OF BACKWOODS
AND GLORY,
OR A GUY WHO ONCE
LIVED IN A SHACK
HE WAS BORN AND BRED
HOLLYWOOD,
JUNGLE AND JOLLYWOOD
LOTS OF WILD THINGS
IN THAT HEAD,
WE SHARE THE STREET
WHERE OUR FAMILIES
MIGHT MEET,
WHERE THEY ZOOMED
ON HARLEY’S WITH
MCQUEEN AND CHARLEY,
WE DID THE BEACHES
AND WAVES,
AND LATER IN LIFE
FOUND THIS LOVELY
CONNECTION,
THE TIGERTAIL BRENTWOOD
AND FILM PERFECTION,
SO MEETING AS SORCERCERS
TO FOLLOW THE COURSE
OF MY WRITING AND
LIFE AND MY GAME,
HE JUMPED INTO PLACE
AND JOINED IN THE RACE
TO PUMP UP THE
FORTUNE AND FAME,
I ASSUMED WE WERE
HOOKED
BY THE MUSIC AND BOOKS
HE LOVES THE TALES
OF MYSTIC BIG SUR
AND JOINED ME
TO ORCHESTRATE
JUST WHAT WILL OCCUR,
I NEVER IMAGINED HIS
BOOTS AND BIG SMILE
WERE PART OF A
TREASURED FAN
OF THE YOKELS,
HE TURNS OUT TO
BE SO VERY COUNTRY,
AMONG THE DANDIFIED
LOCALS,

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THE MUSIC IS STRUMMED
THE LYRICS ARE
HUMMED, SOMEWHAT
SAPPY, CORNY AND DUMB,
BUT NEVERMIND,
HE’S OUT THERE BEHIND
OR IN FRONT OF THE BAND
MAKING A STAND
DANCING HIS LITTLE
HEART OUT,
WHILE I, INSTEAD
SEE FUCHSIA, NOT
RED,
PREFERRING TO
TWIST AND SHOUT,
SO THE ROCKER REMAINS
AND BARELY CONSTRAINS
A GIGGLE
WHEN THE COUNTRYFIED
MAN DOES HIS SWIRLY
SWEET STAND
AND MAYBE A BIT
OF A WIGGLE,
I FIND MYPEACE
WITH THE SWEET
RELEASE OF
THE FACT THAT
WE BOTH LOVE
THE MUSIC,
WE MEET IN THE
CENTER
AND HE IS MY MENTOR
ACROSS ALL THE LINES
WHERE WE SWING
AND SHINE!

©J.W. WINSLOW 7/1/15