The Oldness

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 aloft 
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