Insane people – psychologically defined, not legally defined – are not in touch with reality.
— Philip K. Dick, Valis
big leeches near the sea & quiet hooks on the flock/
& clouded grieving brilliant brains away from home:
no way out of this opaque & intangible b/w dream/
where I know no-one/ life is fleeing sinister & low/
quaking against a huge sky & meaning/ old shiva!
find the road back glowing rats below the towers!
& icons in the fire battle tiny globes/ draw peaceful
eye before the sky stone dream-like hands among
the clouds dry stroke the sirens/ over reek of dank
demons dark & tiny in the slime/ lustful eruptions
of electric animals/ crying eyeless/ & I forgot to go
home & listened to the whisper of a dry steady wind –
Peter Bies © 2010