The Moving Finger Writes

On the windswept dales of limestone Karst

See Emily play

A romantic farce

Heathcliff searches

For a Wuthering lust

The window glass shatters

Life returns to dust

But true love never dies

As the darkness fades to light

My soul is yours to keep

Bill Burroughs is writing tonight

 

My love she sleeps in Cham

In a bed of Norwegian wood

My heart is buried somewhere

Under Dylan’s old Milkwood

 

On the melting tarmac of Kerouac’s road

The sun now rises

On Sal’s paradise load

Dean Moriarty sleeps

His heart trips a beat

Life it still creeps

But true love never dies

As the darkness fades to light

My soul is yours to keep

Bill Burroughs is writing tonight

 

My love she sleeps in Cham

In a bed of Norwegian wood

My heart is buried somewhere

Under Dylan’s old Milkwood

 

On the frozen streets of forgotten Oslo

Knut Hamsun he tries to write

But words are just a show

As the hunger eats within

From Kafka, Joyce and Camus

His life is full of sin

But true love never dies

As the darkness fades to light

My soul is yours to keep

Bill Burroughs is writing tonight

 

My love she sleeps in Cham

In a bed of Norwegian wood

My heart is buried somewhere

Under Dylan’s old Milkwood

 

On Woody’s slow railroad train

The hobos beg for dimes

His broken voice remains

In another singer’s song

His tune plays ever onward

Bound for glory all along

But true love never dies

As the darkness fades to light

My soul is yours to keep

Bill Burroughs is writing tonight

 

Poem: Salvation

In my time of regret and hatred
I can feel your presence near
Like Daniel in the lion’s den
You banish all my fear
My conscience choked by memory
The cancer eats my soul
Like Thomas I doubt my vision
But you make my spirit whole
Pride and prejudice both look down
Upon my fallen sins
I caste my eyes around me
And hear the sound of violins

When the sun goes down upon me
You forgive my last mistake
Like Cain I contemplate this chain
Of events that I must break
My life wrapped up in danger
In the darkness of the night
I struggle blindly on this path
Still learning wrong from right
Pride and prejudice both look down
Upon my fallen sins
I caste my eyes around me
And hear the sound of violins

There’s a dying voice within me
Like the trumpets of the kings
I lie down by calm waters
And let my dreams have wings
I gaze at the last temptation
Of a forgotten memory
In the last dance of loneliness
I see it’s only me
Pride and prejudice both look down
Upon my fallen sins
I caste my eyes around me
And hear the sound of violins

So onward on this journey
To the top of the wondrous hill
Like Judas I paid my penalty
For the betrayal of life’s goodwill
And now I climb still further
Discovering the dreams I lost
My faith it stands beside me
As I no longer count the cost
Pride and prejudice both look down
Upon my fallen sins
I caste my eyes around me
And hear the sound of violins