Saturday, March 12, 2011

All Is Well In The Cities Of Hell

All is well

in the cities of Hell

the barking of birds has gone

One kingdom has gone

a curtain has fallen

the theatre entrance is open

"Never never sing never cry"

whispers a sad old frog this morning

looks at you through foggy spectacles

and smiles a sudden smile

There will be no more dyings

no more lyings without shame

The trusty old girl (who said "Jump and fly")

is now ahead on the road

We'll see her again

stay calm, drink your milk

hold forth your hand and bite your tongue

swallow the rightful reaction of fear

that is painfully near when your

face goes numb from the

cold wind of freedom

Jump and fly

Eolake stobblehouse 1995

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This reminds me of many bad poems written by bad poets in high school. It's from the Lazy School which just strings together meaningless sentences but breaks them up to make it look like poetry.