Frog Eyes Bells In The Crooked Port
What's this hell? What's this pen? Put me in the hole
with the rest of the men? Who you going to call at the
station? "I need matrimony" said the captain to his pony:
listening for motors (from the ditch then)... oh water in
the town water in the sound - water takes the valleys and
it puts them in the ground: oh no not again!
Water by the trees water in the station (wherein the
identification documents float from room to room): water
from (and was birthed in) the birdland closed
conservation. (said the shepherd) What's this hell? The
earth does bend? Drown with the hunted and the hunter in
his pen: la la I knew this man at the station (before the
trucks disappeared) I need matrimony said the Cossack to
his pony la la: listening for motors oh.. to party on the
ground to puke on the ground to call your former mystic
and you tell him he is found: not again!
You were born last and forced to breathe (but not to)
drown with the hunter in the coarse brown sleeve: not
again! Oh running from the polis you were passing in the
forest and condition myself to believe in operating
forests: you better think about woodcutters and the
burning of the station la la I hear the motors and I hear
the matrons and I hear the (groaning of) the Polis with
the blessed birdland patron (a sort of Patroclus of the
ages) I know myself I know myself I was cut from evil
fabric but my nurse knows better health: you better think
about woodcutters and lights on: lights on!
