PUNK POETRY: Saxon Suite #1 by David Hay

In a mental hospital the birds are singing,

Joyous, free from all fragments of measurable time

And I in my green hospital pyjamas

Navigate the shores of illness.

The world has opened up to me 

And I fell right in.

I focus on the notes coming from the trees,

Invisible, unrepentant, as the morning air becomes 

Oerweighed 

By the evening’s dark light,

Composing lines of written memory,

As grief overtakes my heart.

--David Hay