The best men are mad

I served in Bedlam and I now return with some of the songs I learnt whilst there ...

Void

There is only void

All the rest is only

Ephemera

Let's keep with the nothing

Only the nothing

Exalts

Starling
Starling you
Stock your
Secrets
Well.
More secluded than
Any young
Girl
Could tell.

We're all connected they say,

Like the Hydra's heads,

Thrown up by its slimy, snaky

Peristaltic body,

Sodden 

steam 

of time.

Sore

Soaring

Soul

All streets

Converge

And sleep

Beyond the point

Vanishing
Mary
Le
Bone

.

All songs long to be sung,

Irrepressible.
The secret will secrete,
and sow bleeding out like

A melody.

This floor is a sliding cage
A beggar's rage,
Blood
Geon

Your fast fists,
Your leering claws,
Your manic mane
The shine and sheen
Of your brain.

Let me eat the spongy
Mass therein
And scoop out
Your skull
From which wine I will drink
Skol!
Hedgehog