Ham and me: El Paso

   
   "Ham and me:  El Paso"
   
   The prime of angst-driven adolescence, rolling in a GLX 4.2 small block eight with a two-barrel, it shimmering electric-blue with white-letter tires and the curiosity of a single tail pipe for an 8; next, retreating from the City of Angels back to Hog Heaven, Border Patrol in El Paso having us pinned for no sublime reason; moreover, after our exodus, Ham looked at me and said:  "If it wasn't for that Texas Ranger, we'd be in jail."  God Bless the Rangers wearing white hats, six-guns loaded, not needing to spray prey with a high-capacity magazine, for my step-daddy says it only takes one, and he thinks he's a cowboy, and maybe he is--all for single-action mercury.  
   I don't even know about the Superbowl this year.  Yet I still see Staubach and an eyes-closed Hail Mary, throwing footballs in Vietnam, or so I've been told, and always wearing the electricity of a blue and white star, like it is with Spica in the Virgo Constellation.  

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Canis lupus arctos

   
   "Canis lupus arctos"
   
   Unyielding.  Eyes in Clint Eastwood/Solomon-instructed squint, facing the cold winds.  Relentless and platinum perfect.  Constructed for frozen tundra and beyond the treeline.  The coyote can adapt; however, the white wolf knows her geography, and guards it well.
   If you are the light and salt of the Earth, show them a Virgin, that Mirror of Justice, Tower of Ivory, Tower of David, as you already displayed to Her a Son tortured and murdered.  She is very nice; at the same time--She knows Her family, and will not be smeared or owned by any indoctrination, for She is the Queen of Heaven, and has many friends.
   Love, yes.  But even Jack Lambert knew he had to play defense.  What's wrong with freedom, and who is anybody to thieve it away?  Mama don't like that.  Her Son gave His Word, and no man should pervert it.  If you make an angel cry, well--there's always a big sister.  
  

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Coyote Star--Leviticus

   
   "Coyote Star--Leviticus"
   
   Goofy changed his name for the day, and maybe forever--his true name.  The Canis latrans knew She had to be of a Levite, and Him from the line of Judah.  Purity mixed with power.  The first, though not first Messianic-styled child born of the Father, as there was Joseph and David; plus, Solomon, as a son of David; however, Jesus encompassed the Holy Spirit Itself, charged and kinda/sorta electric, as white as snow, and without the riddle of a harlot, yet loving though never giving guilt, as do the weak and wicked, for Jesus is the Light and Salt, as are His family.
   The coyote still adored the frequent frequency of rainbow colors, knowing Bifrost is beauty, and if they are heroes of God, hunting world serpents; next, they are not against Jesus.  It is only the predators, shaping the anxious into fragile images, when if only the abused used their instincts, listening only to Walt Whitman's advice, yet better if united with a Hebrew sense of origin--Christians get all their best stuff from the Jews, let it be forever known, and given props to Abraham and his holy seed.
   And while the coyote pondered this, he did not chase the hare in order to impress Presley, a minor king; moreover, he simply got in cool tune with the basics and simplicity, knowing instinct outshines legalistic advice, when there are only Ten Laws, and the Beauty of Beatitudes--nothing more in certain moments, allowing the follower to retain his geography; plus, have eternal life--not from death to life, yet from life to life, living in the Light, and transfiguring without hesitation.
   The coyote pounced on a mole, only for survival, and the need of protein prayed for.  As that one movie about mountains cold mentioned:  "Everything has a purpose--even shit."  But how better to slaughter an allegorical goat, and be a sheepdog for the shepherd.  The coyote loved himself, as he was second unto the Great Spirit.  God Bless Teddy Roosevelt.  

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