hey hey hey ya hoh
Posted: May 21st, 2008, 1:11 pm
prehistoric...
anyone remember that?
perhaps after the garden but surely before Genesis
the damp forest mornings
the cold
the furs held tight to our skins
pissing outside of camp
checking the embers to see
if enough heat remains to
ignite today's wood into flame
for we are on a journey and
we must eat before we move on
the first graffiti had
sacred purpose -
the first poets dressed
in pelts with the skulls
of deer and antlers strapped to their heads
and held in their hands staffs
topped with the likeness of birds
as they danced & filled the air with chants
for all in the clan for all in the tribe
hey hey hey ya hoh
hey hey hey ya hoh
o the trance was the word godless
and the first poems were paintings
made from red earth mixed with animal fat
brushed & spit onto cave walls by the light of fire
carried deep beneath the earth's thin grass skin
by us hey hey hey ya hoh
seeing us emerge from our poems
our eyes squinted almost closed against the light
the animals came up to us and said "Here, feed on us,
for you are the Strange Ones,having the knowledge of
Good & Evil,and the knowing you will die,
feed on us,for by so doing some of you,
someday,long after we have passed from the earth,
and from your memories,
will walk on the moon."
so we did & so we have
hey hey hey ya hoh
prehistoric
anyone remember that?
perhaps after the garden but surely before Genesis
the damp forest mornings
the cold
the furs held tight to our skins
pissing outside of camp
checking the embers to see
if enough heat remains to
ignite today's wood into flame
for we are on a journey and
we must eat before we move on
the very first poem
was the very first baby
held within reach
of the very first breast
and the only sound since that time
the only sound that ever was is or shall be
is the sound of helplessly small mouths
with helplessly small lips
sucking
hey hey hey ya hoh
hey hey hey ya hoh
HEY HEY HEY YA HOH
anyone remember that?
perhaps after the garden but surely before Genesis
the damp forest mornings
the cold
the furs held tight to our skins
pissing outside of camp
checking the embers to see
if enough heat remains to
ignite today's wood into flame
for we are on a journey and
we must eat before we move on
the first graffiti had
sacred purpose -
the first poets dressed
in pelts with the skulls
of deer and antlers strapped to their heads
and held in their hands staffs
topped with the likeness of birds
as they danced & filled the air with chants
for all in the clan for all in the tribe
hey hey hey ya hoh
hey hey hey ya hoh
o the trance was the word godless
and the first poems were paintings
made from red earth mixed with animal fat
brushed & spit onto cave walls by the light of fire
carried deep beneath the earth's thin grass skin
by us hey hey hey ya hoh
seeing us emerge from our poems
our eyes squinted almost closed against the light
the animals came up to us and said "Here, feed on us,
for you are the Strange Ones,having the knowledge of
Good & Evil,and the knowing you will die,
feed on us,for by so doing some of you,
someday,long after we have passed from the earth,
and from your memories,
will walk on the moon."
so we did & so we have
hey hey hey ya hoh
prehistoric
anyone remember that?
perhaps after the garden but surely before Genesis
the damp forest mornings
the cold
the furs held tight to our skins
pissing outside of camp
checking the embers to see
if enough heat remains to
ignite today's wood into flame
for we are on a journey and
we must eat before we move on
the very first poem
was the very first baby
held within reach
of the very first breast
and the only sound since that time
the only sound that ever was is or shall be
is the sound of helplessly small mouths
with helplessly small lips
sucking
hey hey hey ya hoh
hey hey hey ya hoh
HEY HEY HEY YA HOH
