To Live Again

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;