Incantations in my ear.
In between fence slats. Cracks! Splice
the empty air, hear rhythms in my ears spell somewhere dum dum dum
I cannot see,
but fear. The dark;
It’s not so dark when headphones see the way.
They bleed their narrative in sounds that kiss the silence,
Fay white lights become the glitter stars in strangely patterned colour-play
Of fancy, night-flies, dews
and mists, pollution decorated - dum dum dum –
The earth could be
Quite flat but with my
dum dum dum not me,