Bells in the Crooked Port
Who you going to call at the station?
"I need matrimony" said the captain to his pony: listening for motors (from the ditch then)...
Oh water in the town water in the sound -
Water takes the valleys and it puts them in the ground: oh no not again!
Water by the trees water in the station
(where in the identification documents float from room to room):
Water from (and was birthed in) the birdland closed conservation. (said the shepherd)
What's this hell? The earth does bend?
Drown with the hunted and the hunter in his pen:
La la I knew this man at the station (before the trucks disappeared)
I need matrimony said the Cossack to his pony la la: listening for motors oh...
To party on the ground to puke on the ground to call your former mystic and you tell him he is found: not again!
You were born last and forced to breathe (but not to) drown with the hunter in the coarse brown sleeve: not again! Oh running from the polis you were passing in the forest and condition myself to believe in operating forests: you better think about woodcutters and the burning of the station la la I hear the motors and I hear the matrons and I hear the (groaning of) the Polis with the blessed birdland patron (a sort of Patroclus of the ages) I know myself I know myself I was cut from evil fabric but my nurse knows better health: you better think about woodcutters and lights on: lights on!