50 States of Reading: Texas - Going Bovine by Libba Bray

Don't Mess with Texas

Texas: Libba Bray Going Bovine (Young Adult Novel)

Crops: (Revised 2011) Ode to My Wallet

My wallet went missing this morning.



Fear strangled me.  Where could I put it?  What might have happened?



I thought of calling the bank for fear that someone might use my debit card to buy a plain ticket to Timbuktu. Maybe a terrorist had taken my wallet and was buying tickets for a one way ticket, a one way ticket to ten virginal browned eyed beauties, with luscious, buoyant tit-ties. I needed to contact TSA as soon as possible!!! Where did I place that number?     What if someone stole my identity? And my name was now linked with some porn addict



I prayed to my wallet angel who had always kept my wallet safe, even that one night when the wallet laid exposed in the back alley in Denver, Colorado.



Angrily, I tore up my house attempting to find my extraordinary normal brown wallet.    I found the wallet in the last place I looked, right behind a leg of the leather coach. Nothing is more securing than a wallet jammed in your back right pocket, of your worn out blue jeans.



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Crops Revised: Ode to my love-bird Thelonious Sphere Monk:

Along with bass and piano, I was always at the spot, and could keep working on the music.
Subject:  Musician  

Just like the jazz man commanding attention,
she bops, bebops, her head up and down, up and down
really fast like, trying to find the gap in the cage, 
she wants to escape, once she did, 
but the world was too big and she flew back, to us.
she does dance around the room like a Whirlwind.
I want to reach out and control the bird, 
but if you try to touch her she bites down...hard.
But if you sit still and let her move
on her own accord 
she will lite on you shoulder for awhile.
And may sing an atonal tune, 
Until your hand comes near...
She has a bad habit of chewing on the words, 
of great authors. 
she has bitten a few pages of my bible; 
maybe a section that I need to pay more attention to.
  She is my free spirited bird; 
she plays her own song daily. 


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