FOR GORDON DOWNIE from A FAN (THE TWILIGHT HOUR)

Supple isolation,

drearily diverse,

I feel your pain,

the mental paint,

Mendicant mendacity mendaciously mending torn mentation,

Whispers fill my head,

sequestered by the screaming winds,

howling Ginsburg,

Distended in happenstance harmonies,

Sign theta, beta waveform B52's Rock Lobster,

Arcane network debutaunt deontologically sedate,

falling near the abalone rootwork,

of rivers cast in conversant second languages,

The near full midnight moon churns with the clouds in the overcast, gray,

hung over night skies,

lingering in the twilight hour.