Experiment 12
Suddenly At Sunset
Suddenly At Sunset
There's something about
The sound of a clock
That scares me,
Said old Tassie Long.
An hour weighs heavy
Like quicksilver until,
Slippery seconds
Through my fingers
Flash, then scatter and roll away.
The Days Are So Short
That An Ear Cannot Hear
Any Sound
From The Mound
That Covers A Bier...
There's something about
The sound of the sea
That scares me
Said old Tassie Long.
The spittle on each wave's lip
Laughs me into littleness, then
A windbroken neck,
And savage fingernails
Scar the belly's swell
The Days Are So Short
That There Never Willbbe
Any Yield
From A Field
That's Just Six By Three...
There's something about
The sound of night trains
That scares me,
Said old Tassie Long.
That sudden, shuddering snatch of speed
A gasp, a shriek, and soon
Dying wheels
Climb the lonely emptiness
Into morning
The Days Are So Short
That You'Re Left In The Past
A Song
Sounds Wrong
When You Sing It Too Fast