Bring Your Alibis (Or, Well Come)
dedicated to Sub Urban because "Cradles:" & being a response in kind
by a female Faust
Like content that if tasted, you'd find delicate & deep
Pimped as out as it were rather stare at fire than grow old
This stranger you've a tempted reach is thereby diffident to keep
In secret lies as will have better been — by your own hindsight — never told
In each our worlds of made belief we doubt we live we guess we dream
& despite inviting Others in, we think ourselves alone, by force of habit, still
Able you may be to last — but no one can at last — we all run out of steam
& when we're out & breathe our last — that's all we ever get, or will
Even daydreams trip the wires linked to lengths of fuse within, unseen,
Not , however, unexpected: fitting, that resultant devastation
Is all that you can think about when you are asked where you have been
Is what's confronting & confusing you — preventing explanation —
All the world's in deed a glass — remember me to yourself when you are looking in it
Both to that Machine to which we well are come — and, if you dare, to Spirit
