When

Likeminded herds,
Heard fretful antlered growths
Where merrily made guises
Kept fading into the distant
Sorrows of slowly rotting carcasses,

Resting in the fractured pieces of
Divestments in the unturned (as of yet)
Hallowed investments of those untamed
Coyote minds, ever watchful of fractalizing
Detachments after having upturned
These beratingly hushful uncertainties in
Resentful wooded dreams inside glasses of
Jaded memories ticking forward
That then staggered and froze,
When they unstartlingly pondered,
“Today” or maybe, perhaps, “tomorrow”.


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Vaguely

Rats.

Jarringly, I found out that my
Kamikaze like memories would
Kill themselves off without my
Noticing (allegorically),
Before an acceptable
Time frame had
Dodged by.

Wait, I think I spoke too quickly.

What about suppression…
Could I possibly
Relish this as an excuse?
What about how close
You, actually, were to me..

Maybe it could’ve
Been a hybrid of reasons.


Addictive

Cardinals supplied euphoric nectars
For wailing ruby throats
That cared a little too much,
That took place of bested negotiations.

Nervously they’d fidget inside
Derailed woes.

The eminent spinster spins
His preference for reds
With illusory wools.

Partially drugged up from supping
Prospects of caricatures caused
Disappearing one point perspectives; pain filled
Comprehensions in minute successions
Vanishing in memory’s loss.


Impure

The course of virtual realities
Held steady streams in glistening purities
That belonged to deluded deities;
Their wrongs, unacknowledged.
Because their temples
Must have been of
Superior import
Than those considered to be
Lesser; inferiorities
Being duped by ignorances
By their own arrogances,
Spittling at their own
Transfigured transgressions.


Eternity

Direly contained in eternal letters
Knaves huddled their derrieres
Close to alleviate the cold.

Her slewed sounds of magnetic coats;
Chortling nihilistically.

They’d exchange guarana seeds
Propagating paganistic dreams
That dropped everything.

Then they’d spin artistically,
Within those choked up days when
Kitted mates incandescently tried
To believe in some other distant thing,
Lest the calm be disrupted
When they’d meet.