Spinner
Douglas McCarthy / Terence Fixmer
Spinner
when the sky is heavily
clanking on my disgusted mind
and the sun drips down like oozing puss
from a hot black sore
when the world is a stinking hole
in the wall of consciousness
where screeching bats lunge
flapping futile wings
when our view is barred by iron rain
falling straight to the heart
piercing through our brains
cutting us to size
then all at once a hideous bell tolls
loosened free hurling to heaven
in endless exorcism of grief and pain
whimpering , salivating with dispair
and the funeral parade of silent defeat
dragging down into my soul
weep confidence , weep happiness
obscene oppressor crush my skull
