Now chased by the shapes of your vows

Look at the things she allows

Junction fever must have closed down the rail

The gluttunous wind keeps on nibbling the sails

Queueing in the ruins in the wake of the gale it's

Harmony I say



Hear the difference between close and near

The way oaths and oafs interfere

Bliss comes first as a jangling flood

Pillow from the old country arrives with a thud

That night she drinks ceremony and mud it's

Happening I say



Must be thirsty, drink, drink, sink, forget

Must be empty inside the shadow cabinet



She offered her chaos to me

Proffered herself languidly

The eldritch bitch must have muddled her spells

Tinges of Persia, Ihope that it sells

Chemical nuptials and ringing the bells

It's heavenly I say

Then one winter morning you walk through the trees

But they cut them all down for the factories

Made this pretty cabinet and gave you the keys

It's hardly used I think