Albert Questions The Benighted Cauliflower
What tremor racks my boneless foot?
What rumour caused a fall of soot?
We speculate, but, in our souls
We find but many tiny holes
Where mousetraps might be put
What tumor racks my mindless brain?
What causes this inexplicable pain?
We contemplate, but, in our hearts
We find a mass of broken parts
Which tears and grief sustain
What timer tracks my restless thought?
What tempest blows us out of port?
We ponder this, but in our brain
We memorize each passing train
to track it's final run.
What trivia disturbs my sleep?
I listen well, but not a peep!
We peddle lies, but each in turn
Despises those who never learn
The customs of the deep.
What trimmer shaves my mental beard?
Where's the wheel for which I'm geared?
We theorize, but all we know
Simple in our fading mortal glow
As time to die is neared
What man rapes my restless mind?
With imprecations so unkind
We analyse, but in our dreams
We hear a host of high-pitched screams
As blindmen lead the blind
What trimaran lies moored within
What rower fuels our fear of sin?
We scrutinise, but all we see
is blasphemy...more blasphemy
Than can be drowned with gin
What torment wrecks my brainless faith?
Whence comes this caterwauling wraith?
We catechise, yet in the end
The spirit is our only friend
In mortal plane or lathe
What holy one doth bless this day?
Whose relics all defy display?
We theorize, to no effect
Save outbursts of intense neglect
Can this be the only way?
Contributors: | Roland, P, Stacy, R. J. Towns, KD, kent, M. Forsyth, KMA, Kent, Lucretia, TG. |
Poem finished: | 18th March 1997. |