A BOY’S DREAM

I WAS BORN UPON A CURSED MORNING
DEVOURING MY OWN TAIL ETERNALLY
I STAGGERED FROM SCHOOL ROOM TO BAR ROOM AND BACK AGAIN
FARMING WHAT FIRE FROM EVERYMAN
MY MIND IS A MEAT-COLOURED LOCOMOTIVE
MARAUDING THROUGH STATIONS OF NIGHT
EVEN IF THE VISIONS THAT I’VE FORGOTTEN
SENT ME MAD, WELL AT LEAST I’VE SEEN THEM