shu and joe

Salty Sap Green Black

Published on August 28, 2009


Extracted from the strong smelling asphalt froth
A deep red female scale insect
Ho, yes, ho!

The lips of her ship is moldy
The dosh in her pocket is gone

Since roving`s been her ruin
Oh aye, oh

The stairs are sleep inducing
Way, hay up, steady she goes

The chimes of bells she faintly hears
be all ears – Be ALL ears
Then cast her mind in the stream
with fusticwood shavings and soot colored tears

kut-kut-kut hissed the vacuum
Beep beep! purred the dusty chimes of chrome

Oh poor old horse
is buried in sand
All dat done
has drifted from land

– Ida Ekblad

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