in the shadow of the church
sour words
sharp words
a badger caught in headlights
somehow made it here
to glitter in the sunlight
to pose, arrogant
maybe get drunk on the weekend
find a filly
you studied all through Utrecht
Hold my hand, there is still a tradition.
behind the train sometimes
it is on my breath. The Dakota
on whoze territory I was born say
ain't nothing wrong with these ancestors.
It was around the time he got sick, two years ago
That I knew myself safe for the first time in my life, you guys
It's still waiting to figure out what that means
No time for the gossips, the ceremonialists, the "good people".
You wouldn't have guessed that Grandma was cool
Bound her breasts and listened to swing music
Later so allergic to us hippies
Covering the furniture in plastic
What does this mean? It must mean something
Still figuring out the large lines of History
A Tibetan sand painting that may blow away soon.
This morning I saved my soul with the use of Stevie Wonder, Christ, and Communism
And as I pondered the morality of wandering into the house and writing that down in my journal,
My right handpalm that was resting on the back of the bench that I was sitting on
Turned to recieve the sun.
