'SPELLBOUND'

'Spellbound' runs

through unresisting brain

around and around

like getting stoned

with Molly and Lisa

or drinking that tea

de Quincey switched to

but I forget

my watch is ticking all by itself somewhere

in the dark

raging

deprived

berserk

I hear and I am sorry for it

 

horns drive

through unresisting body

train horns

hornsmoke

cry of Dandelion the one-horned goat

knowing it will soon

be pushed though a very small opening:

death

I hear and I am sorry

being far from innocent 

in the matter of Dandelion

 

a shudder runs though unresisting bed

it's a cave-in all right:

a collapse somewhere in the deep

spreading quakes

around inside the planet's terrible head

which will not stop

absorbing its food

 

from everything

everything

an electrical ghost it

runs right through

neurons

passages

of infinitely binding

narrowness 

and beatings

by which I never fail to be entraunced