Interim idealisms in romanticisms
Touch showy magic dark circles slowly,
When definitions in polite perfections entered dominions,
Then were forcibly thrust to try and exalt
The greats of interest, the underdeveloped does
Kept forgetting or repressed thoughts
For the taste of melty cheese stuffed danishes,
Soft to the ease of touch,
With bits flaking off.


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

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

Drifting in Weird Spaces

Do they subconsciously flow through
The same disordered spacial veins or
Have they drifted apart to be met later on,
Sank too deeply into misheard news, or
Stopped at knotted micro vessel pathways
Blockaded by clots of interrogation points,
Writ on illusory glass like cubic shapes,
Where maybe all of the above never happened,
Where tired membranes and walls meant to
Border gangs of ribonucleic acids from
What, truthfully, aught to be sailing
Failed to protect them any more
From daytime terrors or midnight reveries.

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.



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.

Hoarsely Imagined

On the etheric plane
Rising hazes of anomalous
Life forms, flicker,
Not quiet here nor there,
Live out in quiet tumulose plains.
They dried cultivated manifestations
Of barley and wheat
From arid embankments.
Where they kept asking
The makers in consensus,

“Do we cease to exist if no one can sense us,
When remembrances of barely
Thought out incantations
Partook in their feasts?”

“If we need to eat and drink of this mead
And we live these moments
Just as of those who breathe
Are we not as real as they appear to be?”

The maker in turn responds
Daily, tumultuously toppling
Toppling trees too far
From those of whom
They’d have been intended for,
With the thunderous roars
From eldritch lightning beasts.

Smashed Open Portals

Buttresses of circumventional cubic
Borders around hackneyed courtyards
Pour smoldering firecracker arrows that
Pin and veer into misty semisolid entities.

Sentiences declined access to limited piles of
Paraphernalia leave consecrated pretenses of
Privities. Faith filled majesties gain entrance
To inspect undiscovered artifacts of dependent
Values in disquieted shuffles distinctly heard as
They’d go through cracked vases, tarnished vessels,
Demolished traces of earthen clays, now discarded.

Simple forms forsaken, decidedly smashed open,
Revealing altercations into the old and the new.