My biog-
now so
a dog
a hog
slurp do
**** the
marrow-
i stood lonely
by a bog
and angels song
beckoned to
me
a monkey
a cat
should
i have gone
slipped
in to
the fog
what price
hesitation
a mice
a rat
some one
else
always
not me
o
there songs
beauty
I
listening
rapt
lah
lahg
laghing
laughth
laugh
so merry
Singing
!
should
I
I
go..

ii

that is one
i thought
but  at
evil
lurked
with
sparked eye

near and in
o golly
somewhere
near
angel song
wickedness
asunder
there

dark willed
patient as
long
waited
i stood
waiting..

iii

o
then i spun
the devils crown!
an old crow
grinning

the badness
of so
much
just too
much

castigated to
such
an effed
place
some

disgraced
settled
by
adjacent
wickedness
o!

an­d laid
bare!
by a bog
i wonder
what happened..

iii

i lost my shoe
in the mud
not a pathfinder
(i may add)
the voices
levitated
out the water
and sung
i thought
what is this
the devil
shone near
too many
fruit gums
i controlled
the mix
the women
were beautiful
in the quiet
no birds
or trees
nothing
but these
exquisite
voices
i wondered
what was amiss
did they want
something?
sometimes a child
with too much
time
i was 9
or i was ten..

iii

i went many
times
well
three or four

each time the
same
voices
singing

lonely child
halucinating
already old
confused

was it love
generated
from within
my
brain

mayhap
should i have
stepped in
a front
page headline

of the local
gazette
was it just
to put
some fear
in

standing
by
a bog
an incident
from my biog..
to sell copies

no
i am on page
40
i can not
write prose
but some may
say
worse

a little boy
of nine
and a haunting
or a vision
or a battle
tween good
and evil..