By Godfrey Davenport
Bubonic Tonic
Death stalked
as it often does through mindless streets it roamed
Death talked
as it often does and sent its men on home
Death walked
as it often does and sang a mindless tune
Death balked
as it often does, diverted by the runes
One penny, two penny, three penny, pence
Four pound, five pound, six pound men,
Give a quid, take a quid, move a quid along
Toss a copper, drop a copper, listen to the deathsong
Make a wish for luck, pluck your finger on a thistle
Drink a drop of blood, dance to the pennywhistle
The flies, drop dead, there’s a burning in your head
Go away, Go away
Fall away
stay.
Some Mad God’s Dream
If our time is nothing but some mad god’s dream
then here we sit on a forlorn shore
while in his sleep, he laughs at our plots and schemes
We will stumble, wondering what it all means
drawing breath, then dying, nothing more
if our time is nothing but some mad god’s dream
Mortal hopes and desires crushed in the stream
of the sound of his merciless snore
while in his sleep, he laughs at our plots and schemes
An ironclad sky reflects desperate screams
as we pound helplessly on the door
if our time is nothing but some mad god’s dream
Teetering on the edge of life’s balance beam
grasping, wondering, what it’s all for
while in his sleep, he laughs at our plots and schemes
So, take whatever meaning that you can glean
share with me and we’ll face the horror
if our time is nothing but some mad god’s dream
while in his sleep, he laughs at our plots and schemes
Writers, Writings, and Some Such Things
Scribblings and dribblings,
schoolings and droolings,
mind droppings, thought drippings, and some such things
Idea mongers and fair throwers,
paper scratchers and soul whores,
painters no plainer than English may be
Splatters and splinters,
crashes and “TIMBERRR!”s
smashes and limber the fingers of these
Giggles and cackles,
hee-hees and crackles,
like some long coated flasher of ideas too deep
And you are the vampires,
sucking in the inner cores,
of such willing victims as we may be
Mosquitoes and leeches,
tapeworms and screeches,
the world is made up of some such things