Something wrong
d
Will molest you in drug stupor
d
On onslaught, constant and dry
d
Web of oldness
d
Makes creaking timbrel sounds
d
Beneath the grass, beyond the sky
d
Teasing dirty furry
d
Abominations
d
Will lick you awake and eat your weight
d
Before and after the words
d
Get down, put your arms under your body
d
The oldness
d
I dreamt that I was aloft
d
On beating wing
d
A sound unlike any bird’s
d
Out of the corner of my eye
d
I saw a great bat’s wing
d
Oh, the oldness
d