Head Hit The Pillow

The early morning sun alights upon

The old school hall

Battered boxes, wooden walls from fifty years ago

How it seems like England's dreaming

And down along the shore the weathered chairs

And bingo halls

The sound in cars through open windows

-summer has returned

But late at night the demon's call



Here they come from the ends of the Earth

Faces from a far sky dance before his crazed eyes

God nothing is left gor giving

Must be self-created. Must be all inside the mind



Outside in the wan daylight

The senseless torn and turning

Susan walked and spoke the words

He turned away was running

"Late last night the demons called."