Treasure Island


(JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

In my cave...

I often wonder
what world your in,
or if your anywhere
near here...

C'mon then,
get them off -
in my cave!

It's mine - all mine,
your far too normal for this
kind of place,

I mean it's so hard,
cold, barren, pointless,

And I would let you go,
yet I wouldn't either,
why should i?

This is my cool
underground way
in dealing with it,
without actually getting it...

Let madness uproot me,
then split mine clean open,
It's so concrete and useless,
And too bad to be good,
without any real choice,

But words fly like great
big awkward birds across
the sky,
between where we now stand,

Some I can determine,
others...have little excuse
for their lack and complicity,

They need to know their place,
even if it requires a good whipping!

So let the monsters of language
barge out,

Now get them off in my cave...

You know - you could spit some
down into my mouth,
that's what I need to taste,
the true secretions,
God - wouldn't help us if
he were alive anyway,

I'd rather ponder over
cold natural stone,
than believe the whole wide
world has done itself any favours,

Now get them off!

Let the salt brim right
over, and out of you,

Right here - in my cave...

Submitted: Monday, April 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013

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