Valley Views And Skews......Mamallama Blues Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

word is old Pete was dancing at the post office....
.teeth in hand...playing the set of them like maracas..........feet of Klee in a shoeless merengue with flamenco overtones.......
.them's hard callouses he's got.......no way one of Octavio's arrows could penetrate 'em.......
......the sound of it must've been somethin'......
for me, it got drowned out by the car alarm over at the golf course.....the hollerin' from that Escalante/Escadrille/Esplanade/RovingRanger was set off by my little old Jimmy Anne.....the big fella just knew she didn't belong in that neighborhood, bein' born a generation or two before him......got to announcing the infraction full blast.....tickled me......
.we all got our sensitivities...yep........