Manson

 

Farmhouse blues can be too set

intwined so hard with discontent

This door’s the start of every wall

all noise is but a painful call

too hard, too true, a human web

to an empty moon’s tired travels ebb.

 

Where was this light this night you saw

your heart in dark frock standing there

amid no other care cry owlish screams

one side in shadow to the other side.

What fame could make him stand as friend

to outwait this wave’s upset tide

 

Up rhymed your rhymes, thrice rhymed your rhymes

dance demon dance, rise mystic chance,

call him shadow, call him fire

call him near, now see him hide

in cupboard, house, saint’s mask inside?

so deep the core, so thin the rim,

think it so then all walk with him

 

What saintly robe can here

expose this intense thing that so few know

or what’s unseen, unsought, unjoined, unbought

are lessons to teach to the guilty taught

Copyright Graeme Murphy 2000-2021

 

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Sanfransisco 1975