ALL YOU CAN EAT
© Greg Keeler 1992

New-Age Cowboy

I've rolled my BMW
On this icy mountain curve.
Now I'm pinned inside. My buckle's stuck.
I wish I hadn't swerved.
But a doe and fawn were in my lights.
My mind was on the moon.
Now I see a flame, smell the gas.
I hope help gets here soon.
This Sony cassette recorder
Should take down these last words,
So I'll press record, tell my tale,
And hope some day I'm heard.

I was the New Age Cowboy,
And I walked the mountain trails.
With my llama named Prosepone,
I sought the hidden vales.
With pistols made of crystal,
I freed myself from sin
Then harnessed my computer
To ride the solar wind.
I've channeled all the Aztec gods.
I've listened to the sea,
And all I ever wanted
Was to set my body free:
Salt free, lead free, sugar free AIDS free,
Drug free, fat free, smoke free, booze free,
Meat free, caffeine free, nuke free, odor free,
Smog free, care free, interest free, home free.

Now the flames are closing in on me.
Burning plastic fills my nose,
So I'll zip this Sony in a baggie
And toss it in the snow.