Grendel from NEPTUNE by GRENDEL'S CLAW

Sweet mulch for yellow blooms,
Such are the tiresome memories,
Of a shadow-dancer, earth-rim-roamer,
walker of the world's weird wall.

"Aaarrgh!" I call, smash the trees, and let out a wail.

Big-boled oaks gaze down at me,
Yellow with morning complexity,
Mournfully observing the way it is,
Bitterly remembering the way it was,
While still casting tomorrow's nest,
Disfigured son of lunatics!

No matter, no matter, the doe wants to scatter,
She went stiff at the sight of me,
Which makes me cross,
"Blind prejudice!" I bawl at the splintered sun light,
Where a moment ago,
Stood the silver doe,
She remembered her legs and was gone...

I killed the old dear with the iron-grey hair.
She tasted of urine and spleen,
Which made me spit,
Sweet mulch for the yellow blooms,
Such are the tiresome memories,
Of a shadow-dancer, earth-rim-roamer,
walker of the world's weird wall,
Rock around the world...

GRENDEL'S CLAW: Sweet mulch for yellow blooms?

• Grendel
• Grendel's Claw
• John Gardner
• Rock
• acid punk
• folk
• folk punk
• psychedelic rock
• psychedelic surf
• psychedelic surf punk
• surf
• San Francisco