Out of the ashes we come……
What’s it all about then?
A terrifying psychedelic thing,
an odd man with a guitar.
Warm fug cigarette smoke.
Loud strange sounds and long stories.
Voices trailing off, strummed chords………….
It was a drone, feedback, noise,
A riff……………………..for 10 minutes.
Outside the acrid fog,
world stinking and sinking …………. time.
The door closed,
could still hear strange sounds behind the metal
10 minutes or 10 years.
Walking soiled raincoats
Strange men story-telling years ago,
this is where it’s at,
this planet waste and greed.
Shit coming back, hitting the fan,
chewing us up dark and weird.
Surreal fiends from discarded waste
No bright shiny future.
Dark on the streets.
Shapes pass silently, a place to rest.
Dull yellow lights illuminate.
A fire burns, greasy and meaty.
Nowhere to go, onwards?
Ever decreasing circles……………………….
I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the King and queene: moult no feather. I have of late, (but wherefore I know not) lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition; that this goodly frame the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this brave o’er hanging firmament, this majestical roof, fretted with golden fire: why, it appeareth no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. ‘What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an Angel! in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seem to say so.