Dec 24 2005

La Iglesia de San Acacio

Category: The Transcendental CowboyRandall Kelley @ 17:45

The bright red door,
like you might actually expect on a tavern,
stands just below the sign reading

This is the only apparent opening in the windowless
walls of the old building that looks close to it’s demise.

The adobe walls are a pale pinkish brown.
They wear their aged cracks proudly,
and the bits of straw peek out of the surface
begging for more wind and sun to set them free,
like so many of their fellows that have gone before.

Bits of stone decorate the cracks,
either inserted by some unknown attendant
or else in their own valiant effort to free themselves
from the ancient weathered adobe bricks.

But the thing that catches the Transcendental Cowboy’s
eye is the tiny statue of Jesus. It seems Jesus has
abandoned his cross to fly across the face of the
sign sideways… right in front of the “DE”

Maybe Christ just got tired after all these years of hanging
on his cross and needed a break to just lie there for a while.
But of course, two thousand plus years in that position…
it would be hard to move your arms into any other position.

He appears inserted into the line of text as if he were some sort
of punctuation, or perhaps a pre computer version of an emoticon.

This Leads the Cowboy to wonder aloud,
“Does that make it read
‘The Church Flying Jesus Christ of San Acacio’
or is it meant to read
‘The Church of Jesus Flying Christ, San Acacio’?



Dec 21 2005

Shadows and Reflections

Category: The Transcendental CowboyRandall Kelley @ 15:48

What is it about photographs and reflections?
Anything reflected seems to attract his attention.
Even more so than the object itself.
Even if the object is in the photograph.
Even if the object is him.

Especially if the object is him.

A mirror? A window? Somebody’s sunglasses?
A lake, or a puddle on a seat?
The vacancy of someone’s eyes?

And are shadows quite the same?

The reflection seems to emphasize the absence.
It holds the emptiness and the loss.
The reflection shows the untouched.

The shadow, on the other hand,
taunts with it’s attachment,
yet it eludes his grasp.

How does a two dimensional image capture feelings?
It seems to the Transcendental Cowboy that the emotions
are held captive there…
in the shadows and reflections.

Or, the way he puts it…
“Maybe those natives were right to worry about their souls.”


Dec 13 2005


Category: The Transcendental CowboyRandall Kelley @ 18:44

Such little problems, all boiled over and messy, sent splashing
onto every available surface. Seems that one rude person can
make someone explode with all their woes like a lid placed on
an already boiling pot.

Common courtesy is all too uncommon on this particular
plane of existence. And it seems that doing your job just
doesn’t include doing it politely anymore for most of these
troubled inhabitants. And that’s when being paid! How do
they treat others when they are on their own dime? No one
is anyone’s brother anymore, and most wouldn’t consider
giving a stranger the same consideration they would a
second cousin.

The Transcendental Cowboy jumps back three feet to side
step the Grim Reaper. The driver of the car making it’s
right on red glares at him for existing. So the Transcendental
Cowboy asks, “And a fish on your bumper means WHAT?”

My Christian ass. Apparently that little fish is a rudefish!


Dec 07 2005

Facilitated Wholeness?

Category: The Transcendental CowboyRandall Kelley @ 12:46

The sign said, “Facilitated Wholeness”.
When he says it to himself, it comes out,
“Facilitated Wholeness???”

Then the Transcendental Cowboy shakes his head,
disillusioned, and says, “Like I’m some sort of Humpty
Dumpty-ass egg that they can put back together.”

“Why do all that work when you can just pay someone,
a ‘Wholeness Facilitator’, a ‘Kings Man’ if you will,
to do it for you?”

Then he walks away, wondering if there isn’t anyone
left willing to invest something besides MONEY in
their own self?


Dec 02 2005

The President We Deserve

Category: The Transcendental CowboyRandall Kelley @ 15:41

Sitting on the outside, the Transcendental Cowboy
feels he is cursed with the ability to see both sides
of an issue.

He considers this a curse because he feels envy (for
a moment) each time someone blurts out their firmly
held conviction on one subject or another, without
even the flimsiest sense that they could be utterly

And of course, from one point of view or another,
they always are.

But somehow they manage to go through their life
without ever bumping up against the big pile of their
own past mistakes (which should serve to temper their
certainty of their own infallibility).

Yet, again and again, they latch on to an idea and
espouse it as the truth without the least consideration
of anyone else’s thoughts or feelings, or even recorded
evidence, copies of memos, and other legal documents.

The Transcendental Cowboy puts it this way, “I’m
certain, therefore I’m right! What school of philosophy
was that, exactly?”

Then it occurs to him that W really is
the President we deserve.


Nov 28 2005

The Transcendental Cowboy at Two Bells

Category: The Transcendental CowboyRandall Kelley @ 22:37

The Transcendental Cowboy wishes he could sit at the bar,
wearing a kilt and an eye patch, smoking a cigarette,
and not feeling the least bit conspicuous. But…

He stays in his corner and observes,
and he snickers just a bit at how un-hip he is not to “get it”.

Nov 24 2005

In the nick of some other time.

Category: The Transcendental CowboyRandall Kelley @ 01:02

Looking to the future,
he saw a hint of his past.
He felt clever to remember
both the pleasure of moving fast,
and at once the unsettling loss of moving on,
all in the nick of some other time.

Nov 18 2005

Yesterday was Friday

Category: The Transcendental CowboyRandall Kelley @ 22:06

I slipped into Saturday too soon.
Yesterday was Friday, Thursday at noon.


Nov 17 2005

40 Years in the Desert

Category: The Transcendental CowboyRandall Kelley @ 18:43

He doesn’t mistake that smile on her face, not in this place.
Here where the looks of enthuseasm are often just another
facet of stress. But the Transcendental Cowboy wonders how
it is we all came to this place? And how it is that we lost
ourselves in the West?

Then he says, “Maybe this is just our 40 years in the desert.”

She is not impressed.


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