Migraine of Sand
Lie still
and you can hear it:
satanic singing through the pipes
the screeching brakes of a ghost train
applied too late to save
four hundred lives
eternal screaming
Misery hangs suspended
swinging from the ceiling
like the bare bulb of Callan
You are cordially invited
to an evening of mental flossing
with knitting needles
You are invited
to endure a celestial choir
on bad acid
the worst since the brown stuff
at Woodstock
Angelic voices
turn to demonic croaks
Squint scrapes his fingernails
down the blackboard between your ears
Tonight the devil's music
will reduce us all to tears
at a frequency that's hard to bear
and harder to understand
and you will hear the underworld
in a migraine of sand
B.R. 07/12/2019
and you can hear it:
satanic singing through the pipes
the screeching brakes of a ghost train
applied too late to save
four hundred lives
eternal screaming
Misery hangs suspended
swinging from the ceiling
like the bare bulb of Callan
You are cordially invited
to an evening of mental flossing
with knitting needles
You are invited
to endure a celestial choir
on bad acid
the worst since the brown stuff
at Woodstock
Angelic voices
turn to demonic croaks
Squint scrapes his fingernails
down the blackboard between your ears
Tonight the devil's music
will reduce us all to tears
at a frequency that's hard to bear
and harder to understand
and you will hear the underworld
in a migraine of sand
B.R. 07/12/2019
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