The haystack fever!

On trying to find
the needle in the haystack,
he turned the world
upside down.

He’s now trying
to arrange the colours
back in the rainbow.

In the meantime,
the air that he breathes
is just smoke on the water;
a black night descends
on a child in time,
a fireball in the sky.

On golden harvest
Neil found the needle
and the damaged done;
while Cortez the killer
was no more a hurricane,
and hey hey was into the black.

The letter to Maria
never arrived
on the rivers of Babylon
as suspicious minds
settled on Kentucky rain.

Anyway, this write was
all just Hocus Pocus
coming out of surgery
enjoying the last of the anaesthetic
before the pain decides to fly high.

Author's Note

Just out of surgery