On the beach I hear a chiming bell
A thousand daemons swoop from hell
Lies buzz down the telegraph lines
They babble words of a storm sublime
A colony of rabbits play outside the tent
The skies darken and the ridge pole’s bent
My girl is so sweet and she’s on the line
She says that she is doing fine
Then I observe it in her southern sea
She whips up the wind’s insanity
From the church I gain a second sight
Tumbled down shadows loom in the night
A meteor explodes high up in the sky
The wind picks up, I feel so sad and begin to cry
Then an anger boils deep inside my brain
And I wish that I was back home again
The next day back in Stevenage
I loose my girl and break the fridge
I try to reason what is going on
And write my feelings into a song
My friends think I am a berk
The drugs I take don’t appear to work
I feel even sadder now and that is clear
I shake like a man gripped with a morbid fear
Sweat pours from around my neck
I spend two hours looking for my guitar pick
Now I remember dreams of when she was pretty
As I dive beneath the waves of a sunken city
© Sean P. Ransom 10/5/2020