Christmas in Yuma Songtext
von Cameron Knowler

Three blue lights hover, descend and then fly
A ten year old′s horror and a skateboard left behind in the
Yard, in the front yard, stranded and logged by the rain
A scorpion stuck in a lollipop
The only rain day in the sunniest place on
Earth and the only proof that it ever happened
Pitiful, single wrapped fruit pies transfigured by blacktop
Propane tanks, greasewood wafts emblazoning what
Was left of anthropic time and olfactory splendor
And let it be that I am allowed to rest aside an open
Window with the weird ice cream man in his push cart
Swallowed by the air and those plastic french horns


Yelling, not screaming in a well-tapered polyphony
And may it be that each pull of cord bring you inward and
The back braces of this old guitar will be just like pews
The pews of some old church in Maine
And just like that old church at Shenmeto, my eulogy
Will be delivered as such, "Potato farmers, nudists
Early adopting, gem trading, banjo peddling silversmiths
And shirtless Alaskans all belong together somewhere
And who knew their point of convergence would be affordable
Dental work, irrigation trenches stripped by lettuce heads
Tracing neo-Parishian knolls in the land where the
Outlaw was cast both on the screen and in the dark cell."