JOEY

my furry otter, archene's son

weave out our history

in taestry yarn...

i'll choose the fine scotish linens

and you the china pattern.

we will sew each other's wedding robes,

thestand in apollo's temple

and there proclaim our love...

i'll pipe out a song for you

you'll reciete a p

then we'll sail the seven seas

and ride in ballons abov french wineries

and wailk the acnient drominade of the clets

worship a panthaeon in the temples of old...

in egypt, india, japan and perut

then etch in the earth's hard mantle our love that's true.

and after years together

at last we'll die

and the gods of olympus

in the heavens above

will name the consilations for our love

12/04/2003