Something wrong
Will molest you in drug stupor
On onslaught constant and dry

Web of oldness
Makes creaking timbrel sounds
Beneath the grass beyond the sky

Teasing dirty furry
Abominations
Will lick you awake and eat your weight

Before and after the words
Get down put your arms under your body
The oldness

I dreamt that I was a loft
On beating wing
A sound unilke any bird's

Out of the corner of my
Eye
I saw a great bat's wing

Oh
The oldness