two worlds astride on leopard spots cocooned
macabre blue inhaled or otherwise
to live again in the suburbs wall to wall
with a thousand eyes in a jackfruit box
of decomposing tricks
chronicles of returning dreams
that live again and breathes a lamplight dry
spells neophyte for the newborn half
to walk upon the waters with his god
where colours lay their eggs on a boneyard bruise
on a bed of nails more infamous than charmed
sensing all redundant on the flip-side of a wrist
all good deeds deserving better praise
now gathers all on a jamborees\' charade
where truth be judged by genesis and dawn
in a prime-of-age now the pheasant brings
her second heart of octopus for my rejuvinated eyes
to live again my insight fierce but brief;
we will dance again, macabre blue
inhaled or otherwise.
a symphony of grass.
stiletto heels on my blow-up-doll
they\'re playing our song again;