From Beyond a Dream
And pluck at scarlet fruits behind my eyes;
They pirouette in seven’s, eight’s and nine’s
Then drown in reddened lakes in twenty-four’s.
Their sodden tutu’s, drink them up through straws
And on their bloated bodies, here, do dine -
They make the most delicious cherry wine
So do not think their death was without cause!
Then from their shelled remains, I build a raft,
To sail it down the river painted red -
It scrapes along the purple riverbed
And stirs the lilac dust into its craft.
This ship is built of irony in draught
And nailed together with sugar and lead,
So watch it sink through sadness as I bled
And hear it floating proudly as I laughed!
But then, my laughing stops as she begins -
An ageing harridan sets fires new,
She scores a late sonata before noon
And plays it on her flaming violins.
The screeching of her opus riles the skin,
Igniting all the earth with burning tunes
She lets the world revolve around her moons,
Then desecrates the universe within!