No one here
Believes in suicide
You can’t turn off the show
Under your eyelids
Ones in turquoise
Zeros and violet
Are lonely
Spinning mid-air
See the blue heron
Drowning in radio waves
In the suburbs
Feeding from koi ponds
Spying on lovers
How lonely
The colors are real
No one denies
It’s a beautiful trick
That you dream into life
A beautiful trick of the eye
In the dance of the body
Her fleshy red treasure
What cannibals crave
What scientists measured
And all that you feel
Maybe all that you ever are
No one here believed in suicide
When you lift the skin
With your cinema eyes
It’s more than an eyelid
Dreamt on her island
And lonely right where
The colors are real
No one denies
It’s a beautiful trick
That you dream into life
A beautiful trick of the eyes