I’m listening to Sabbath in the sunshine—
begone, begone my wintry meloncholia—
for there’s no life enhancing combination

like Hail Satans and flowering magnolia.
Death bells knell, Iommi’s guitar flails
as Queen ants send out newly hatched soldiers.

As birdsong washes over sleepy hills,
Ozzie’s muezzin call to the Black Mass
keeps the clustered gangs of daffodils

out of Morrissey’s limp and foppish grasp.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Mar 16, 2012 @ 01:35:47

    I went to You Tube to do a retrospective of Black Sabbath and Morrissey. Black Sabbath were better than I remembered and Morrissey was just plain depressing.

    I’m sure there is more underlying this poem than I have noticed. I suspect there are song titles or snatches of lyrics here.


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