Take hell, take a time when hell did not exist

Take some twilight and spread it over a close framed neon sign

On a street that is cool and interesting

Become the idea you had

When you thought that maybe you had cancer

Through the cool trees they whisper

Smoke them out flying things

With fronds that seek to catch on

And hold fast to your ageing skein

Trees bend in the wind

Easy to understand that

What is harder to contemplate

Is the body bent double

Forcing itself against the icy internal blasts

That come in like mini hurricanes off the wastes of time.

Are those rats in the walls

Or did I just imagine the sound

When will this interminable coffee grinder

Cease to produce a filthyscum residue

That tastes so bitter

But I can’t stop drinking it.

Now the heart is racing

Now I know enough to carry on

To believe anyway without knowing any real truths at all

Except that bird that won’t stop singing