layman's death



gills i knew

drunken wizards, beyond time's blue line

is it the little green grasshopper, do we see

weed on weed, tweed the weak

hopping in, hopping out, over syllable so neat

so strong out of quarter of time

above sea line and yellow seeds, oh how do we breed!

black mudden laid eyes erecting seeds

the horny beehives,

the lying eyes

hear me sing, hear me song!

now it's time,

for the layman dies.