'Unreal, unreal' ghost helmsmen scream
and fall in through the sky,
not breaking through my seagull shrieks...
no breaks until I die:
the spectres scratch on window-slits -
hollowed faces and mindless grins
only intent on destroying what they've lost.
I crawl the wall till steepness ends
in the vertical fall;
my pain has sailed into the sea:
no joking hopes at dawn.
White bone shine in the iron-jaw mask
lost mastheads pierce the freezing dark
and parallel my isolated tower...
no paraffin for the flame
no harbour left to gain.
1 | Pilgrims |
2 | Refugees |
3 | A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers |
4 | Lost |
5 | House With No Door |
6 | Aerosol Grey Machine |
7 | My Room (Waiting For Wonderland) |
8 | Afterwards |
9 | The Undercover Man |
10 | Wondering |