Cinematheque Films

http://tim-barrus.format.com/

i drive the pithy truck out to the old barn,

he stands behind the tractor/ hiding you can

come out now/ the hard on screaming of the

animals/ waiting in gruel to be beheaded///

he wipes his knife on a rag/ get in the

truck/ why, just get in the truck/ there are

miles of rock and gravel, no tailpipe so

arrest me/ get out// take off the apron, take

off all your clothes/ stand up straight///

i poured ten gallons of blood on his head/

from a bukly plastic gas can, covering

every part of him// he dripped on the old

stone road, i am that road, stand up straight again/

i’m taking your stuff/ you’ll find it on your bed in

your room/

i will be humiliated// tell you what,

catch your cowboy boots, wear those/// cowboy,

we can only hope/