WARNING SIGNS 87



I returned to my bedroom
Far removed from the real
A safe place to cancel
Interference from outside

Nothing had changed again
Everything, exactly as I’d left it

No change or shift
Same cracks in plaster
Shelves of obvious literature
Guitar against a black rainbow wall
Arrangements of recorded genius

I always said I’d return
Arrive at a private, solo seance
Everything had stayed the same
Even noises outside

Within my secret parametres
Everything normal, usual
But now like that joke by the great man

Everything had been stolen and replaced
With an exact replica

I had only been downstairs for five minutes.


/// A relation to Instincts, a year later, which itself grew into Never Feel at Home.
I could not quite relay the feeling of the known being strange. David Lynch could.
More side effects of panic attacks. The ‘great man’, was was Sir Spike Milligan.///