Holding on with both eyes
to things that don’t exist
Peering thru the cutting wrist
at grand old Mother Greedy
Rolling out the cotton ship
upon the carpet pillow
throttling children callously
a messy day with Clancy

Rolling out the golden robes
another foreign language
Stretching out the verbs and nouns
together in a greeting
Some that felt the blade often
some deep confused emotion
Stuck eye first against the wall
of china under fire

John Cale