Monday, June 18, 2007

the house that roof built

she was wearing espadrilles. he was wearing moccasins. their cultures would never let them be together. surveying from the mountain top, it was clear that the land of milk and honey was a mis-translation; the correct pronunciation would have been blood swamp- fecund jungle. it was here at the garbled gates that the sons of Israel built golden squirrels for worship. it was here that the fabled beast came alive and spewed all over the front lawn

2 comments:

Unknown said...

If only Yaweh had endowed the chipmunks as fortunately....

music4life said...

we are the chosen rodents. there is no god but you