you bastards,
who stuck this crab
in my apple bunch

i cant pick a basket
without the skeets
taking what i earned

what i earned
god dammit


i moved my tent
closer to the woods
away from the pond

everywhere has too much meaning
if you take it in more than you should,
it could make you do rash things
in the name of the heart

here,
like every place,
where a war has been lost
is a cripple, and mean

it spends its days on the porch
shooting at stray dogs



when the cow died
i scooped it up
with the bulldozer

i drove on the road at sunset
and nobody followed behind

the cow was in the blade
its head hung loopy
like grampa's smile

its head looked down at the road
a plane was flying above us
and left a tiny puff trail


old earth,
its the flea bit dog in the space pack
it goes around the sun
it goes around the sun,
and its so damn old

the blue parts
are still healthy



when i took the cow to the hole
young boys had crowded around

they were acting simple
and crazy
their hats were backwards
also their pants

at first i was going to say

oh my god boys, get back
get the hell back

go home, take a bath
and beat the video game

but why shouldnt they watch?
i dropped the cow in the hole

then those boys
those naughty boys

they danced until
a small one
cried like a loon

as a young surfer,
i hated the french canadians

they showed up in vans
with boogie boards and flippers

my dream was bad
i rode the wave and fin sliced em
i told em to get the fuck
outta my way
with that fromagé

they kicked like guppies
in a warm bath

damn im a bad guy
damn what a bad guy