Monthly Archives: November 2021

She never met a war she didn’t like

Jack wrote this in September, 2005:

Ah, America.  Her founders, the framers of her Constitution deliberately tried to make it difficult for her to go to war.  They recognized that sometime there’d be the need, but they also recognized that the wishes of the President might sometimes differ from the wishes of the citizenry, as regards to war.

So they created a Constitution to allow for the need for war, but gave the responsibility for defining and solidifying that need to the directly elected representatives of the people.

Those framers knew.  About kings.

What they didn’t know was that the day would come when Americans no longer venerated the US Constitution they’d created.

They couldn’t predict a population so warlike they’d allow a president to usurp their work, a population who’d cheer a king for his wars, instead  of fighting his scorn for the Constitutional process.

America.  Cheering her kings, sending her young men off to war for half a century into more wars than any other nation in the world.  No war too small to justify another hocker onto the graves of those framers of the US Constitution.  No gunfire anywhere too small to burn a little more of the document Americans used to venerate.

Poor America.  The nation without a Constitution.  The democracy without a representative government.

And for half a century she never met a war she didn’t like.

Jack

Aftermath

Aftermath
(Of reading a Deviant Art poem)

Chalk on blackboard
Shrieks heard mid spine
Echo after half a century.

Last knuckle middle digit
Bears the dent
Of fingers squeezed
On throat of yellow pencil
Pressed hard on Big Chief pad.

Giggles, whispers, winks
Spitballs gumballs
Girls in tight sweaters
Cushman Motor Scooters

School bus coy romance
Un-requited love
False bravado
fights
Fear
And pimples.

Memory redefining
the gut meaning
Of anguish.

From Poems of the New Old West

Copyright©2002, Jack Purcell

Honkytonkers grown old

Jack wrote this in March, 2006:

Relocated an old friend of mine on the Internet a while back:

jerrysiresband

Jerry Sires Band

Haven’t seen him in 20 years, haven’t been back in touch with him, but tickled pea green to see he’s thriving.

Does my heart good to see that bunch of old rounders.  That’s Jerry in the hat.  Mike, Dean and Pat have been with him as younger men a long time ago.  Boomer looks like an older version of a guy who used to play with the Austin Lounge Lizards.

That truck is the centerpiece for the song, “I found me a trailer that matches my truck”.

“And the tires from the truck fit the trailer,

The trailer matches the truck’s graceful lines!

Tell me, who do you thank when you have such luck?

I found me a trailer that matches my truck.”

Jack

 

From Red Grain Truck Blues by Jerry Sires

The yellow corn sure looks good up ahead inside the red grain truck.

It’s piled high to testify that some farmer had a little luck.

I sure like to drive these country roads

Even though they’re changing every day

But I always was kind of slow

And sometimes I just feel in the way.

 

In the city there’s people getting by

Taking in each other’s dirty clothes.

Where fine homes and big cars all come from

I guess nobody knows.

 

But Daddy needs a new golf cart

And Mama wants a new suntan machine

Brother wants a race car

And sister wants a full-sized movie screen.

 

You can almost hear her cry, you can almost hear her moan

As another garage door opener

Is torn right from her bones

Still, I wonder how long it can last

 

When the teeming millions watch and want theirs too

It’s all got to come from the earth

And she’s about done what she can do.

You can almost hear her cry, you can almost hear her moan

As Singapore and Shanghai

Decide to refrigerate their homes.

 

But the yellow corn sure looks good up ahead

Inside the red grain truck.

The yellow corn sure looks good

Inside the red grain truck.