A Title
Rick Holland
Life doesn't start with a title
The one man show we are water
And return there we go
To the place of the slurry
And berry and bail the smell and the wrinkle
The pulse and the pale thin bone man
Long arm man gristle and cold wind
Make tool man freak out man
Dance like the bears follow the stars man
With wet oil on down a hairy elemental
Wide eyes pinned round a two lunar myopia
To what we spin round