Showing posts from April, 2014


They crowd the bar like snouts about a trough
And trot around cracked glass in fallen drink,

Herded by pulsing flashing lights and noise,
Letting the music tell them what to think,

To put their hands up in the air and jump,
To chant and whistle to the Piper's beat,

Amidst a heaving mass of sound and sweat,
An infernal reverie of dancing feet.

All and Nothing

Lately in my nights
I have been
Revisiting the scenes
Of old nightmares,
The blurred and
Shadowy places
All of cobwebs
And confusion
And sudden changes,
Half-familiar recreations,
Mirror images
Of comforts
And locations,
The faces of the
Living and the dead
Both real and
All and nothing,
Tricks and trap-doors,
Shifting ground and
Eyes between the floorboards,
Ghastly things hiding
In nettles and thorns,
The buzzing of wasps
And echoes of words.

Some nights I can fly,
Escape, ride the elation,
But in spite of all trying
I cannot force a scream,
Breathing speeds up but
Will not give way to crying,
Heating under tangled covers,
A body in panic
Sweating with fear
As if some great
And terrible secret
Seeks and demands confession.

But there is none.
No meaning emerges.
Fear lingers in
Half-forgotten images.