Yorkshire – 1979

It's a massive high high

But not a high you feel
Drug boom sky clouds
Asteroids and anaglypta
Do you wanna be a duck
Do you wanna beak a flower

Walls of glass
Sky of plaster
Voices pass
Like burning cracks
Of yeadon tarn
Blue cracks flame
In veins of ice
Aeroplanes burn
For excercise

Codeine and bobtails
Tendrils of heather
I see a fat calf
And a cow on the hill
Soldiers undress her
With spike nails and crampons
Prevailing forever
She unveils the moor

There are no questions
Lacerating the glen
Linnets dream
In the blink of a wren
Let's drink to abstention
Like Branwell and Coleridge
Laudanum breezers
All round all the more
Can't take the pleasure
Don't do the climb
To the height of your sorrow

There was a cable car
Dressed like a wagon
Resembling the motion
Of sysyphantastics
Do you think Time
Will be kind to our bones
Or will we be sheep
In a ditch full of spawn?

It's a massive high high
But not a high you feel
Drug boom sky clouds
Asteroids and anaglypta
Do you wanna be a duck
Do you wanna beak a flower
Here comes a flaming comet
Dressed in mallard feathers.

Moscow 19/11/17