Prayer Wheel Poker
Carpenter's, my only hope,
He shall construct a trap,
For punctuation errors
Or a map
Underneath, till later on
When the nails are sunk
In case of nightly terrors
In my bunk
Shibboleth, the sacred sloop
The only place that's safe
For soporific sailors
or sad prolific waifs
Stalactite, the prison camp
Vacation of my dreams,
My benzedrine inhalers
My psychedelic schemes
Shalimar, the trumpet cracks
The only sound that's heard,
The ceiling bursts, the paintwork lacks
It's really quite absurd!
Tubal-Cain, they madly roared
As I besought their pity
Their earthly quakes, the pious snakes,
Bedimmed the Heavenly City
Root canals, dispersed to all!
With Gondoliers for free!
A tourist trip by steamer ship
Cremona to Capri
Carpenter is now long gone
Where ships come home to die
And can no longer offer hope
Nor sort out truth from lie
| Contributors: | P, Stacy, Roland, The Agent Apsley, (trad). |
| Poem finished: | 22nd March 1998. |