Spinner - Terence Fixmer, Douglas McCarthy

Spinner

When the sky is heavily

Clanking on my disgusted mind

And the sun drips down like oozing puss

From a hot black sore

When the world is a stinking hole

In the wall of consciousness

Where screeching bats lunge

Flapping futile wings

When our view is barred by iron rain

Falling straight to the heart

Piercing through our brains

Cutting us to size

Then all at once a hideous bell tolls

Loosened free hurling to heaven

In endless exorcism of grief and pain

Whimpering, salivating with dispair

And the funeral parade of silent defeat

Dragging down into my soul

Weep confidence, weep happiness

Obscene oppressor crush my skull