Tuesday, October 2, 2007


The father’s father’s father's tribe erased

Let’s try to put it in
wee-wee skin

That river bread
The land devours this river
runs red over it

We need skin dip, you and me

We gathered up our breads
banquet quarry

Thunder knees
The hypno bed

Take us over near

Let’s boat our heads
burn the river down

This is where they walked/swam
Kelly burned the waste

This is where they walked
where they smelled them

Cory, I’ll hold you