The wave hits the beach,. writing words on the sand -. to the academic man,. this could be the answer..... In fact, it's no more than a hunch;. still we try to eat it....
Here at the glass - all the usual problems,. All the habitual farce.. You ask, in uncertain voice, what you should do. As if there were a choice. . But to carry on miming the song.
I remember what it felt like at seventeen,. I was a cat, a snake, a lizard, a mouse;. still got an interest in the limousine. and a spouse and a brat,.
(Hammill). . ... You're so young, you're so here, so gone,. so old, so near, so wrong,. such a drag so queer, so strong, so.... to be told.. Such a drag to be told....
Letters in pencil, some of them as heavy as lead,. as dated as carbon, as black as coal,. but burning as red.. Clues faintly stencilled: the message,.
Oh, the Sisters of Blindness. From the Convent of the Broken Heart,. They want to smother it with kindness,. They want to tear it all apart.. And there's a rock of sterile virtu'.