Violently Reborn

Sadness cannot outrun your sun’s laurel wreath halo

Fitted for your gallows hanging head

My precious and sorrowfully crucified friend

Sleepless and taken to hell’s blistered womb grotto

Through bitter black nights exhausted and caustic

Where misery’s dark clustering grapes

Ring through your weathered and scaly hands

Worn dull to age gnawed skin

But look up through bruised blood shade

The wine sheen skies sink crimson glories

And swim Poseidon dashed laps

Around your fragile heart’s isle

Where hope’s charted environs

Land like cloud kissed butterflies

To swallow whole

Those coffin cradle wishes;

So put on permanent silence

The ear piked static

Of memory’s leech engorged mockery

Feeding off melancholy’s derelict heirlooms

In trauma bunker thoughts

Because your shuttered spirit’s captors

Will immolate into splintery embers

And out will deliver new birth exultant

Your unshackled bluebird

Painting cerulean skies over ash doom

Your heart’s abiding protector

That has never abandoned your sunken shoulders

Nor turned from your thorn driven side;

My dear friend

May your heaven stalled hot rod

Cruise champagne highways with raptured abandon

And bubble over dross suckled passage

As the aching road forwards

Trembles with euphoric readiness

Because there is no way that you’ve come this far

To be laid to ruin

Hung out to dry

Or die an empty and jilted

Dead bride sacrifice

For you are a walking masterpiece

Finest wine stained hands

Turning sour grapes into monarch claret

Distorted mirrors be smashed

And lying devils be damned

For your violent will to live

Exceeds death’s dying grasp.