Imagist, arabesque - Old Bill Bones'
Inn on a cliff, a china-blue sky,
White linen snapping in a cold spring wind -
His memory or mine?
Chaos has invaded the Admiral Benbow,
Pirates are wrestling in the room downstairs
And my father is dead, or useless,
My mother is crying -
'Jim!'
As if it were yesterday -
Spindrift, within;
The illusion of time.
Blind Pew and Borges dance like Astaire
In the brain of the old divine,
Tap-tap-tapping forking paths
On a clifftop of the mind.
Blind Pew and Borges dance like Astaire
In the brain of the old divine,
Tap-tap-tapping forking paths
On a clifftop of the mind.
