Califone St. Martha Let It Fold
nail gun marines, foaming midget horses
black smoke threads a straight line from your kidney to
your hand
from your hand to kingdom come
be light enough to ride, the backside of a magnet
let it stay in lust with all the silver ghosts and dirty
pictures
fire in the horses mouth
spitting cherry stems
and square knots and drunk flies in the elevator camera
the backside of a magnet
let it stay, let it stay
let it fold, let it fold
the alderman are praying, praying to your picture
St. Martha locomotion, snakes under foot
if easter was a river and the river folded under
be light enough to ride
let it stay, let it stay
glass behind the the plains, hanging out ether Jesus
strobe
decatur when you're blown, when the river folded under
shifting plates and bottle rockets
ground out with your shoe, St. Martha with the serpents
let it stay, let it stay
let it fold, let it fold
