Demure
The rumors ever forever true
our tombs and fate entwine
the looming absinthe pearl
we're hardwired nigh plagued
the minds of the masses now jaded
plugging the hole as crevices swirl
one day we'll displace
likened to lemmings to gorges
not unlike our Big Bang
where Pangaea was a bold home,
where one ocean surrounded
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And the horns of demure
devour our chains;
love is the chance
of redeeming or only luck of each draw
cantankerous lines are drawn by us all,
by the guise of astrology with unfiltered chalk
screaming colors flare in, flare in
and flare out
indecisions set-in
battle lines get drawn:
hmmm, war's on the loose
My Ode to Lovecraft and Dickinson
Flash me messages;
then rest like a dying breed
we're more connected than a network of
trends
even seeds are about to grow:
up
and, they're neonatal
Brandishing nightmare toned
sleepwalk to signify
the debonair pain idol
holding hands with Death again–
reap a soul
or teach me
How,
for I've
curtailed in post
remembering years ago
the cocktailed afterthoughts
Tomorrow Isn’t All We’ve Ever Known
Karma hits like a sword
nipping your flank, chest, muzzle,
and trunk
so kosher as it has been laid out
that we have been subdued,
morals and fables isn't
The preview of each imago
that we seldom submit, you
wish you were a mage
an alabaster, a monarch.
A genie in winged-form.
And even as the beautiful butterfly
Is you.
These spiked cocoons, aren't,
as we're digesting the mercy on an
appetite too shrill for 'Moriarty',
witnessing, some, clutching—
collection plates
too full for tenfold
all middlemen ever seen,
and all the continent's clever clergy
one continent till Pangaea
Is the lessons learned in South Africa.
Tomorrow isn't all we've ever known
today and yesterday is
love and tenement is
remembering Tiananmen is
a pertinent cull, that shalt never Be