Song: Flushed Down the AlCan (into the Sub-Canadian Abyss)

Your eyes are like an oven
and pies are like our lovin'
and we'll keep on cookin'
the world keeps on cookin'
and we're going from scratch
and we've never tried anything quite like that.

This road takes me away from alaska
from my parents, my siblings and my dog
but I'll keep on driving
the world keeps on driving
and we don't got no map
no, we've never seen anything quite like that.

This sky will be our roof
and these animals and plants will be our food
and we'll keep on living
the world keeps on living
and we don't have to be sad
no, we've never felt anything quite like that.

Haiku to Evan

Art in my living
Room: Evan dancing, drunk, stoned.
Art in my living.

ODE TO ODETTA

You don't know my mind
You see me laughin'
I'm laughing just to keep from crying.
Odetta is dead.

She wanted to sing at Obama's Inauguration
But O, Odetta! They sang your songs on the bus.
Alabama bound,
It was a big blue bus
With black people in it.