Look over the house-filled valleys
To where the sky clamps:
Sun smashed,
Moon melted,
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Susan sits
A bag of nerves,
Waiting to be caned!
The 'Head of Discipline' appears,
...
Oh, I'm so neurotic,
Have I remembered to take my antibiotic?
They're plotting to label me paranoid,
...
Sans knighthood, dukedom,
Mighty empire,
Or even manor house.
Not Mister, nor Missus,
...
The wind and wild hounds of hell
Howl in unison
Over a desolate landscape.
Only a handful of us
...
Life-Death Forgotten, Never Was;
Time, matter whirling, empty space.
Love, merely hunger, drives us on;
Self, ever lonely, rots apace.
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On sunny sand I rest my head
Beside the clear blue sea,
Which swells and heaves,
Yet gently laps a song,
...
Bielsa's Boys go bombing on.
Hear it, hear it,
Hear our song.
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Again I slouch on my couch.
Awake.
Conscious that I am me,
Composing this piece.
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