
Hunter on phone to wife
Her voice giving him the logic
to blowout his brain
Everything will be alright he said
You'll be rid of me
Ernest sneaking downstairs
Grabbing shotgun, blasting away
Clouds of unwritten words swimming
Ending the endless struggle.
Mary in unsound sleep in her room
Voices in Virginia's head
Walking, rocks in pocket
No mistake this time
Into the cold river of Ouse
Drowning in liberation
I hear it anew: my brain infused
A sense of wonder engulfing
Floating not walking across
the cream tiles, quiet faces
Hurrying by clutching plastic bags
Emerging from ugly screaming shops
Musical notes so subtle
Haunting beyond words
You need to listen carefully
To catch the melodious tones
Crowded over by whirring escalators
Stepping feet, playful children