Strange Tongues

Strange tongues comfort me
Darkened rooms calm me down
Make overtures to your insanity
Good to have friends around

Fear follows in the wake of sleepless days
Foul yellow fright as thick as mayonnaise
Excretion in endless oceans poetry
In your motion, music attendant, help me

Citadels of concrete
Already your cold iron hearts are rusted
What wrecks
How Snowdon-sculpted smooth you seem

From the soft touch and tap of children's games
And laundry bundles shoulder-hugged
You are the stuff of base foundation
For folks' sake, it's not enough

When the world was young
Moons made smiley faces
Stars, angel eyes, we know better

Mendels' sons and processed daughters
Cloned in uniforms of flesh
Grow like pinks from little cuttings
Planted in a soil of self