Freak-Out Jive

Freaks in costumes, Guised under normalcy Amongst their own-- Making peacocks to Appear as paupers-- Disheveled & unrivaled In this world of their own. Smoke escapes plasticity; Drenched with green Up against the night sky Out against the city's contour. Escaping as time Once escaped with Their noble youth. Time surely aged them-- That vile vandal, The one poets scorn.. Surely she would take As she can accord; But then, is it Not man that leads a romp? If time is the dance Then fun is the tune. Cascading the masquerade Transcending any law-- Of logy memory. One must make query: What dreams await death's bed