A TOWN A NORTH O’ SURREY,
THE RAIN, IT CAME, A FURY,
OVERRAN THE QUARRY;
FOR DAYS, WITHOUT RETREAT
AN INVASION OF HIS GRANDUER,
IT SOAKED THROUGH ALL THE RAFTERS,
INFESTED THE PILASTERS,
AS HIS HOLLOW, INSANE LAUGHTER —
UPON THE CAMBRIDGE STREETS
THEN, BEGAN THE SADNESS,
THE MELANCHOLY VIOLENCE,
LOST, AND THEN, ABANDONED,
HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED;
LOST, AND THEN, ABANDONED,
HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED,
HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED;
AWAKE, AND YET ASLEEP
LOST, AND THEN, ABANDONED,
HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED,
HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED,
HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED;
AWAKE, AND YET ASLEEP
SUCH QUTIONS DO DEMAND,
FROM WHAT COMES SUCH COMMANDS —–
A BROAD, AND SPOILING HAND;
THAT RENDERS MIND’S MANAICAL,
AND, SPRINKLES RUST ON BICYCLES,
BENDS THE SIGNS OF ORACLES;
A WIDE, RELENTLESS REACH?
FOR, HE WAS LOST, AND THEN, ABANDONED,
HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED,
HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED:
AWAKE AND YET, ASLEEP