Voices
You! Between my ears, quiet, please.
I’m not alone
Inside my head
In a babble of voices
Whispers Alfred
His quiet drone delivers
Lines with great meaning
Your life is reflected
In the eyes of dream beings
To strange looks on the train
I ask please explain
Exodus! Miracle!
A free seat pertained
Alfred dropped by
On the twelfth of July
As I waited in line
For the umpteenth time
I answered his question
Have you bathed in your aura?
The post office emptied
Faces full of horror
Alfred’s on vacation
Thelma’s moved in
She’s a gloomy dark rapper
Who loves Gunga Din
She likes to chant
Little black flowers in the sky
I’d join in but fear
Disapproving mad eyes
I dread those long days
When all has gone quiet
What are they doing?
Road-mapping a riot?
Silence is the maddening music of fear
Shot through with smoke trails
Of extinguishing years
Alfred has entered my bones and my throat
Their silence has broken
They’re building a boat!
This is not a boat
It’s a space ship
Again!
We’re ready for lift-off
Now countdown from ten
We’re terribly sorry
To be such a pain
But our launch path
Is straight through the middle of your brain
That’s not all
We need a blow-hole
In your skull
So be a dear won’t you
Find a sharp saw
Pain is humanity’s admission to heaven
Silence remind of future transgressions
With that they were gone
Tranquillity reins
If needs be
I still get a seat on the train
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