Flamingo Blues

The lights of carousel flashes their brilliant colours to my brain,

Blinding my living cells to the core of hot lava, and kiss and kiss

With its sculptured lips to my lifeless heat, of pure eroticism which

Burns my sorrow into raging flames, I rode on the lilac pegasus with

Ecstasy painted on my face, as the magical creature soared me higher

Through the sky castle. Like Icarus, he flew me too close to the sun

Which burns my flesh into smoke, I lost myself to the giant apricot-

Spotlight and fell gracefully to the face of the earth, and landed upon

An ocean of pink flamingos and blue hydrangeas, soft piano swaying

Gently in the perfumed air of goblin fruits, turquoise water glistens

Madly upon the horizon like rich mermaid's jewels, I crave the mad-

ness of love and decadence in one blue-china heart, peeping its way

Through the evolution of mankind and religion, I find myself again

Among the soft jazz and melancholy tunes on the broken radio, but

Lost myself once more when silence eats the music of the velvet suede

Morning, and I stare like a lost child into the constellations of paper

Cosmic, burning with branded books on each breast, churning with

Chess pieces on jaded grass, novella of science and aliens are far from

My candy-eating brain, goblins and nymphs are fantasy of aestheticism

As I hunt for their haunted source, and found the hidden cottage in the

Dark woods of elves and werewolves, the pale moon will smile widely

From ear to ear tonight as I glide through this forest, twilight approaches

And echoes of footsteps are tapping their rhythm like a Spanish dance,

Towards my stoned feet as I picked these scrumptious fruits and wilt

Flowers into my rotten basket, centaurs fighting with silver weapon while

Goblin men and wood-elves laugh through their serpent tongues, deafening

My soft ears like high-pitched screaming of a fallen woman to her grave,

All creatures halt and crawled menacingly forward as they saw the fresh

Flesh of this young maiden, alone in the woods with a death wish written

In her two ripe almonds of innocence, they shoved and kicked stardusts

Of poisoned sugars into my mouth, the history of violence was true then

As I was beaten and ripped to my knees, left twitching among the sweet-

Scented flowers and juicy fruits under the sad moon, as he cries unto my

Unholy body to wash the cranberry of shame away with its crystal tears,

The rain cruised me into the diamond ocean of degeneration where I swim

With Moby-Dick, and melt away like caramelised apple on the dancing fire

Of resurgence, leaving my voice for the mourning blue whale to choir upon

The angry waves, as I slowly transformed into a holy white swan of songs.

- a.i.a.