bicyclingfish
The Fly
IV. Metaphors
I cleared off the table, and you told me to take off my boots.
Catholic cemeteries sit down by the Rio
and Penta churches sit hurt by the Faith.
Walk cautiously from the Pueblo to the Plaza
(commerce carries your calling.)
Anglos ain?t got no apparent soul,
their cravings lost in canvas and gold-
Where did Georgia go?
Why did they kill that Governor and that priest?
Land grants or lost cats?
A ?jita? scared as hell, running down calles.
Across the busy paseo, camino, she calls for her momma and her casa.
Walk past willows 300 years old and look past kivas
(St. Geronimo did no good).
They said, ?Ascequias run better clean.?
Home, I?m not home-
This is not my home!
Jessica, where am I?
Call me, take me, because I want to come home.
I cleared off the table, and you told me to take off my boots.
Catholic cemeteries sit down by the Rio
and Penta churches sit hurt by the Faith.
Walk cautiously from the Pueblo to the Plaza
(commerce carries your calling.)
Anglos ain?t got no apparent soul,
their cravings lost in canvas and gold-
Where did Georgia go?
Why did they kill that Governor and that priest?
Land grants or lost cats?
A ?jita? scared as hell, running down calles.
Across the busy paseo, camino, she calls for her momma and her casa.
Walk past willows 300 years old and look past kivas
(St. Geronimo did no good).
They said, ?Ascequias run better clean.?
Home, I?m not home-
This is not my home!
Jessica, where am I?
Call me, take me, because I want to come home.
