This is the story I have to tell
The freak show was a serious business to me
To talk in beauty when it came to the cowboy who was my dad was an enormous contradiction
In the summer of 1963, my younger brother and I stole a corvette
I had grown scattered like a scarecrow
There were no roads on the way to Sa's Hogan
Traveling west is like following the sun
The dust storm blew through Texas
The cosmic microwave background (CMB) is a perverse radio emission appearing to have a truly diffuse origin
We took dancer to the gravel pits
In 1963, the desert blacktop to Los Angeles unfolded like a quivering, silver apparition
In the beginning it was not at all what i expected
We rode sticks and brooms for horses
We had always known our father was a coyote
That night you and daddy buried that dead baby in the sugarcane
Geronimo's moon lit the desert
