Eternal Axolotl

no ballers on the court at night
skunk shuffle by keeping close to the fence
in the cold moon's light
there's a battered sign warning of snakes
by the pump track
and the anachronistically modern equipment
monkey bars blue like plastic pills
ugly against the yellow hills



once more under the brine
we decline
steeply divine this incline straight to fell
night's hills bathed by gibbous lucid
feeling as invertebrate segments detaching
modular dreams of instant repair
to wake again flayed
blowing like blood bubbles through the desert air



dreaming is an action
screaming this incision
let's leave and go between
incisor-yellow cream
no plaque to plague "Art-Pandemia"
send your prayers to stoic Academia
be wise or dig graves
but fight for freedom like a slave



the pendulum in this clock
tick most smug satisfaction
tiptoeing on a metal grate tock
do we wish to be wanted
or to be not?
three hundred and sixty little dots