Buddy Wakefield's Blog, page 103

Land the plan

April 21, 2015

While others are losing trust that it is possible

it is still possible.

Today I met my nephew

April 18, 2015

In Concert

April 16, 2015

One of the most influential and trusty heroes

of my college years, Lee Shefferman, saw a poster

for the the final show of this epic Riled Up

and Wasted On Light World Tour, which will be

realized tomorrow where he now works as

a counselor at UNC in Greeley, Colorado.

Neither of us knew til last night.

Tonight I got to eat dinner with he and

his two little girls (made out of calm candy and

smiles that melt steel). One of them sang me a song

from Little Mermaid. Whole restaurant clapped when she finished.

There are 16 months (maybe 40 years) of reasons

I hold these tears on top of my face,

all of which have to do with arriving.



See y’all tomorrow night for one last show

(before I fly to Texas and put puzzles together with Mom!):

Tickets via www.buddywakefield.com/tour-info

Coincidence must be made of magnets.

Land the plane

April 15, 2015

I was the ONLY passenger on the flight into Kirksville, MO.

Captain Matt let me ride shotgun.

We were 8000 feet up when he took this picture.



Thank you Truman University

for an unforgettable second-to-last show

of one long motherlovin world tour.

And thank you aggressive handsome man in the St. Louis airport

for offering me a handjob at the urinal.

While I didn’t feel comfortable accepting,

I was having a bad hair day

and ya really made me feel like one of the gangbang.

“…and I lift my glass to the awful truth

which you can’t reveal to the ears of youth

except to say it isn’t worth a dime.” – L. Cohen

Bring it in

April 13, 2015

Bam! Photo courtesy Jon Berardi,



the man who produced all my CDs.

That’s he and I twenty years ago.

Bummer Mervyn’s went out of business

or I’d be able to better help anyone

in the market for some blossoming khaki shorts.

Geese bump

April 6, 2015

I once had two geese, The Colonel and Mrs. Marple.

They were very much in love.

Mrs. Marple died.

A week later The Colonel started laying eggs.

I had to rethink how I looked at Colonel.

I also had to find Colonel a good home

so he wouldn’t be by him… herself.

Two years later, meet Colonel Lucy and Leroy



with Leila, Louie and little George.

Goosebumps

April 6, 2015

I once had two geese, The Colonel and Mrs. Marple.

They were very much in love.

Mrs. Marple died.

A week later The Colonel started laying eggs.

I had to rethink how I looked at Colonel.

I also had to find Colonel a good home

so he wouldn’t be by him… herself.

Two years later, meet Colonel Lucy and Leroy



with Leila, Louie and little George.

Rules of Engaygement

April 1, 2015

A haiku to kick-off poetry month:

If someone’s ada

mant being gay is a choice

they’re bisexual.

Finish Line Shine with the nines

March 25, 2015

Early last year in Phoenix I made a FB post

about a woman traveling West with Kaylen and I.

The post said, “We picked up a rad Slovakian.

Headed West. Night off. Free to roam.”

Her name was Patricia.

She had been traveling the world on her own for six years

and was looking forward to the West Coast.



Before Patricia could leave Arizona with us

she had to hear back about an odd job

that she wanted to follow through on

to avoid leaving the employer high and dry.

When it was time for Kaylen and I to pull out,

Patricia had to stay behind.

A year later, today, I stopped to pick up a hitchhiker

in Klamath Falls, Oregon.



Holy Patricia.

I got out of the van, held my arms wide open,

watched her backpackin smile run up the shoulder.

Hug the sun. Yes!

Finish Line Shine

March 25, 2015

Early last year in Phoenix I made a FB post

about a woman traveling West with Kaylen and I.

The post said, “We picked up a rad Slovakian.

Headed West. Night off. Free to roam.”

Her name was Patricia.

She had been traveling the world on her own for six years

and was looking forward to the West Coast.



Before Patricia could leave Arizona with us

she had to hear back about an odd job

that she wanted to follow through on

to avoid leaving the employer high and dry.

When it was time for Kaylen and I to pull out,

Patricia had to stay behind.

A year later, today, I stopped to pick up a hitchhiker

in Klamath Falls, Oregon.



Holy Patricia.

I got out of the van, held my arms wide open,

watched her backpackin smile run up the shoulder.

Hug the sun. Yes!