The Day I Decided To Live

The day I decided to live,

Caught me in a steel boot panic,

The small of my back,

A wormy spasm

Of mortal Morse code

In hell’s exiled hospital bed.

I am going to live.

Apathy aches

Through crawl space bones,

Her humid bore

Fogging to a damp finish,

While once weathered sighs

Float through grey morgue skies,

Skirting deadweight tides

Of tedium’s laboured arrest,

Lapping and licking my bleached heel

So pathetically.

I am going to live.

The bald scream

Of atrophied helplessness

Staggers me on,

And catches the ears

And eyes of God,

And I refuse to drown

In this landfill avalanche,

Like a perfunctory punk.

I am going to live.

I jumpstart the last nucleus

Of infant flame

That had retired

To a soldered melt

Of sunny sizzle,

As black psalm laments

Crystallise into turncoat hallelujahs,

And mutiny’s inferno

Gives Bloody Mary

An everlasting

Atom bomb kiss.

I am going to live.

Junkyard demon dogs

Drip dross through fanged bluster,

And the devil’s tremulous waters

Are glaucoma eyed bonds

And last gasp glances,

Of stonewalled silence,

Scrambled mirages,

Distorted mirrors

And pilloried ego death.

I am going to live.

I devour the curse

And strike up the band,

As my stop watch pulse

Shivers through my powder keg hand,

And I will unearth the mile high soil

And limp bow legged

Through blood sun boil,

Because you cannot gaol

The uncaged heart

Of one who knows

That beyond death’s saltwater kiss

Waits the sacred miracle

Of reset revolution

And purpled salvation.

I am going to live.