Ten minutes later,
the old crow's sitting quiet,
no caws or that funny owl mimic trick he can do,
it's a hoot.
I know a preacher or two who say that regular,
as liturgy, it's a hoot,
here, all say amen,
preach it, if you be the choir
searching still the lost chord to charge your life.
Ain't God a Hoot?
Well, me bein' Baptist, 'n' all...
I 'as reared Mormon...
Baptized and confirmed, Catholic to the core...
Po' man at the door,
My daddy was abastard niggajew and Jesus
fixt me, as I was waitin' fo' m' man, wit Nico
and the band
velvet underground, feedback scream
experienced? I scream,
Back for more?
Peace ends wars, don't push me with your
casualty in aitia-tick-tick terms un de
cerned, fined, ground
past granulated to sublimated
Sulphur, you were going to say,
or rotten egg,
Sweet suasion sweet sweet suasion
to slip into
geological time and drift away.
You know that smell?
musing around in a sea of subtle sounds far away