Experimental

The Ebb and Flow of Fountains

The ebb and flow of fountain flies forgetting former frames of mind. As rheingold rabbis rip their rent, their ribs their rent, their seed is spent we take the time to take our type. So this is the frying dutchman, taken within the womb of our lord, our saviour and presence divine. The pastor baked the pasta from a paste and lo and behold the beast is chaste. Why is the time taken, from the forsaken, from the mistaken? We know the need is newly freed, he smacked his lips and gorged on the chips.

A new born said he, wriggling sin beneath the skin, I find this child to be most forlorn before too long before the dawn. Dancing the hora, tora tora tora! The bombs have fallen our grace is small ‘n’ time is ticking to take them away. The dutchie did as dutchies do, he lifted life as lovers lives, transporting the children up up up up, rejecting the many, accepting the few. The pastor picked his moment to procure the right result; aha my lad your life is now done.

Take my hand and you shall see, there’s more to life than you and me. The struggling grunts and eastern front have had their fill of thee! Rest on my pillar of strength my lad and you will see what children see. There’s more to life than dead eyes see. There’s more to life than two and three.

Michael Bates

Michael Bates is currently studying first year English Literature, and writes short pieces of prose as well as dramatic texts. This particular piece is an experiment in phonetics and metre, attempting to create something between poetry and prose that is meant to be read aloud in order to be experienced more fully. Ambiguity is used to try and bring the focus of the piece away from the meaning, and foreground the metrical features of the piece.