Learning Processes

Gorillas not entirely aware of environments,
Reach branching limbs within influx developments
Supposing redux mating calls (in case you didn’t
Know, they don’t*), all thumbs, adaptively spending
Time slippin’ within visual contexts in flux, trippin’
Over no one, swooping through forestings dropping,
Hoping for humorous fantasies against their genetic
Creed, tracing back, tracking tree line patterns,
They swore they’d taken physical form, defining
Disclaimers in a greed for having wanted more.

Ungodly Fruit – Wax Tailor

A Rote

So they slowly stir from key places, on airs,
Rowing whilst they laid, desolate, where percolated
Passions, under thawing leaves, subjected to sex,
Questioned, then marked as a nostalgic memoir,
Turned to feelings of respect on reeling yachts
Felt in furtive posts of yesterday’s errs in yearnings.

“Yolo”, They said.

Pupils of guardians relinquish their steely pulsating hearts
Just for yellow purple coloured farts that chose to ignore
The lessons from the errors of those that had not learned, while
Praying for more, icily chose to withhold, playing their abhorrent
Games of give, and take, when love, simply, wasn’t enough,
They’d search for questionable tabs that led to rewards in sweetnesses
Where answers lay dormant in the emergence of golden lemon trees,
While covertly submerged under cool waters inside man made caves,
Spaces, filled with haloed iris growths, again and again, mocking,
With all of their pretenses in self-reliances, missing everything.

Did That Mean

Coarse plum blossoms would gracefully
Float above slithering rivers flowing within
Ravines, cores opening to leveled coastlines
Bailing out from the unforgiving time that
Seldom meant always in discordances;
Carved messages in mirrored instances.

Yore

Xyloid skinned with a crown of leaves, a hypochondriac
Tinkers, huffing on a countryside, with a cracked sink,
Repeating riveting silvered words while musing, to reap,
Hoarsely sowing soils with a miniature hoe so that
Quarantined red lunarias would get sent to a suq,
Demonizing unregistered impossibilities for sex,
Kitted together for a hefty sum for another iffy tranq
When baseless claims from the self-proclaimed sang

“Yassss, clouds
Passed amid
These floors.”

Wut?

Incessant yelling herds of white pygmy antelope
Beasts resembling the dik-dik species stampede
Through quadrants, meant to quarantine,
Within nasty shocking bio dome shields
Reflecting blue filtered lights onto
Lustrous rainbow inclusions inside
Crystallized antlered horns
With tiny serrations pointing up.

Foolhardy piranha teethed armed women
Rush lush vegetation, unabashed,
Bemused at naive greenlings, employing
Deprecated just randomly learnt tactical stratagems
With recklessly abandoned basic rubrics.

They test, in brief combat,
Before pwning, retreating
Further into thickening thickets,
Shuffling in wait, silently avoiding,
To bide time to have allies
Flank and surround them,
Cutting off their escape routes
To make them retreat towards
Turrets with revolving lapis cores.

That Maybe

A gargoyle gargles diamante marbles,
Its only questionable possessions,
Amassed in its angry gnarled mouth,
Eroding away the moss that grew, but then
Accidentally spit them
Into bottomless koi pools.

In its despair it strokingly searches
Whites glinting off navy hues,
When a partial apparitional figment hardly
Illudes his vision; clear and spherical,
Infused with a deeper shade than honeydew,
It appears before him, bobbing,
Inside sweeter liquid states
Of hydrogen and oxygen molecules.

And then, coyly, a doe eyed goddess emerges
Wringing and demurely shaking excess
Water fraught in her molten form,
Exasperatingly, she smirks,
It grits its teeth, glaring at her,
As she excitedly pulls a different marble
Out from her maiden frame,
“Ahhaha. Look, it’s new”, she sighs
Satirically.

It wantonly thinks, exceptionally paranoid,
To itself, glad it could, maybe I can hope
And dream, on the dawn of some other day.

Hymns of the Nautical

Terse garden gnomes on signs of acid
Excitedly rehearse written lines like
Humored buffoons, learning rhymes
Near exquisite fluctuations, dancing by
Umber stained wood panels basically constructed into
Meadowed hills, with collections of daffodils.

Bemused, we’d say, “You’re pretty” to our kind muses
Shaken in interacting, in every given exchange, with our heads
Under our shoulders when we’d find ourselves alone
Pretending (or maybe it was hope) we were enamored
Enough that somehow dark magick lasers would serve our
Virile desires, needs? (a disease); soaring faster than hyperdrive speeds.

 

Hammock

From a leaf a bombardier beetle
Sorely cleans its jointed antennae, its
Gaze acutely fixed on a male
Lazing limply on a net affixed
To two totem poles
Covered in talismans with
Curvatures shaped in S-lines, unfiltered
Sun rays alongside shadows
From leafy branches undulate,
Swaying in waves as a breeze
Passes by, impressions
Casted upon his body
Where an upturned open book
Sat on his belly, wondering;
What could he possibly be thinking,
If they felt in the same way. Oh
How it wanted to travel across the river
Bed to ask, but had not planned,
Nor knew the way.

Daydreamer

We lifted off the ground
With our feet.
Sitting on wooden seesaws
Painted in burgundy
While the sun shone
Through lens glares and
Glowing bubbly things,
Drifting in tints of
Brazilian fire opals;
Glimmering.

She had been laughing,

We had been laughing,

Within a daydreamer’s fantasy.

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