Wednesday, March 16, 2005

the tail of the Big Chicken

Down in Mexico...down in Mexico way...there's a playa (dry lake bed) that's not so dry. Red mud and seabirds rub shoulders, and the mud's dried into hexagons. Closer to the water it's as slick as potter's slip. You can skate and the mud dries instantly on your feet, squishing and receiving your trail in its lens, the aqueous humour of a giant eye.

1 comment:

  1. i just listened to some of your music and read some of your writing and i really, really, really enjoyed it.

    i am so proud of you, eric.





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