Onion Poultice from Osiyo Ocean by Jonah Michea Judy
Originally appearing on my 2007 debut Milk Sink, this song was written sitting on the bathroom floor while my Great grandma Ollie Rose Gunter (96 at the time) slept in the next room. She taught me to make the onion poultice, to pull out what needn't be there. And she spat on the chef. There are crows at the end of the Milk Sink Version.
Tracklist
| 10. | Onion Poultice | 1:54 |
Lyrics
And all the time I had the rush of sleep in my hand
As my joints buckle, finesse will come
This ain't no island of elderly melee
The corn grows slow and straight here
And as you hoe another line in the slush, your boil pours out like a thresher machine
Ollie's eye is an open, dusty marble
Poison my pureed food and change my depend
Because I'm packin' to go to Aunt Creedy's
It's home I believe she's run off too
Fixin' to go to Aunt Creedy's
