I
haunted a
basketmaker's shop.
Spending days ripping pictures
from magazines,
taping them to the walls of my prison.
I remember walking by the sand,
each knob represented a different frequency range,
and I remember holding the hand
of the skeleton prince
and he swept me into his arms,
and he,
he had tremolo deep in the back of his black eye sockets,
and he said,
"Do you want to come away with me
into the pitch black pool?"
And I said, "I don't know,
I don't know, I don't know..."
Photocopied
The wind ripped through
the trees and all the
stained- glass windows rattled.
I haunted a
basketmaker's shop in 1927 -
And on the beach in the summer there
were thunderstorms constantly,
and they were unpredictable,
nobody knew when they would come
and nobody knew how long
they'd last.
Sometimes they'd only last five minutes, and sometimes,
weeks.
I haunted a basketmaker's shop because
I had nowhere to go
(one long weekend)
Stained- glass windows turning
off and on and the tremolo
in the back dark corners,
cobwebs stripped,
mildewed.
I remember acoustic guitars and
bells, I remember the cathedral.
I remember cassettes, cathedral.
I remember cassette cathedral.
I remember cassette