Quake

The silver strand

Of my memory

Delicate hand

Either them or me

Take the shard

Of my conviction

Break the scarred

Skin of my fiction

I’m tectonic and shifting

The vapour man is wishing

But I’m going to attack

I’ll make your pop crackle

In between these cracks

Quake, quake, quake, quake

Across the glass-field

Suddenly a mint of coins

Little burdens revealed

The things he joins

Count it and count it

Watch the vapour man

Hoard and amount it

More than and more than

I’m tectonic and shifting

The vapour man is wishing

But I’m going to attack

I’ll make your pop crackle

In between these cracks

Quake, quake, quake, quake

The folded leaf endures

The sound of blame

A verse of scripture

In a book with no name

Talk to shapes

Presidential shadows

Watergate tapes

Censor no shadows

I’m tectonic and shifting

The vapour man is wishing

But I’m going to attack

I’ll make your pop crackle

In between these cracks

Quake, quake, quake, quake