Fear in a handful of dust
No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face. John Donne
To fear a note of music is not rare.
Listen. We know the wild that is in us
In a Hammer Horror or under Victorian
Street lights. The echoes of a Whitechapel
Hacking dispels air, makes breathing difficult.
The dreadful dreams of sepsis still haunt
Me. Reach inside and tug at the underlying
Scream. All the time the rain falls down
Drip drip drip drip drip in merry Einglan
Find a way to say the truth then realise
The truth, the truth will pull out your eyes
Once upon an old time there was a all past
Time and he passed time and prayed.
It never did the congregation any good.
Never think you never can, you can:
Extremity of mood is the mother of invention
Some say this, some say that, I just cough
Play Solitaire-roses in wild john o China
Garments then say it, say it again, again
Sophia we're going to stop this now
Before everything gets out of hand
For the wind and the raiin fall
As I climb the steep Cornish cliff
All these embedded fossils staring
At me, telling me how it used to be
In the Jurassic and who can say
What's going to happen or do away
With the beginning is the end my friend
I retrace my steps along the vertiginous
Path. Wobbling, I recall the words and tone
Don't come back home Freddy, just don't.
Pastoral, and slowly, simply and solely
I see the slippery snake slowly slither
Over the steep hillside, dropping into the sea,
Like a salt-water crocodile, smelling blood.