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Rodeo, rules, haiku
Author: Cubic Dog
Date: 1998/04/18
Forum: rec.boats.paddle

"Fool!"
"The Paddle is the soul,
see to your soul first
or there will be no mastery."

The warrior smiles as his children play.


These new ones come, I had seen their forebearers
come to the crags when I was young, We the clueless
clutched and groped our way skyward, tenous pro, lead
out on clean placements. They with white scars of
chalk showing all the moves, drove bolts and clipped in,
stretching out the ladders to touch the heart of fear,
climbed glass while we spat on the ground in disgust.
They breezed our standards and buried the soul.

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He had an old land rover, and we pulled the grill off
and brought it with us to throw it over the
fire to grill some steaks we bought
in town the other day. Our canoes
were safely ashore high above the water and
tied off just in case. It was raining.

"Kore wa burauni desu. Chairo no chyokoreeto no keeki desu. Doozo."

I took the offered brownie cake, it tasted strongly of herbs.

The warrior told me of important things, sex, death, flyfishing, ,

I watched the stars melt.

Years passed and quiet bass fishermen
with stealthy trolling motors drift jerkbaits
through the camp.
The dam is a success.

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Ten thousand years ago,
the warrior walked away from the field at the end of the day
his hide intact, only by the grace of God.
His seed sees the whole world


No field,
no lance thrust to parry
we pierce ourselves

No spoils
no freedom dashed at the slavers block
we forge our own chains

No tribe
no belonging ritual to earn
we ink and needle our limbs

"Fuck You, Bitch" we say
in conversation,
without meaning or feeling or care

The warrior muses on the antinym of competition

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"Rules and laws are always the
result of loss of respect and courtesy
and are themselves therefore the seeds of failure
see to your soul first if you seek
mastery"


Fuck you!
I can throw ends till you puke watching me
I got the flatspin down and I can kick yer butt
at rodeo

class IV? you call that class IV? I fell asleep

That creek roks,
I kicked its ass though


shimmering
the warriors small boat
vanishes on the eddy line
his soul intact

the mystery is fun

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:wq

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