Quiet Plans

Serpentine master jewelers with criminal
Minds quietly planned out their next glories
While their protégés sat by idly
Counting meteoroids that dramatically
Parted from asteroids.

“Go, and collect the pallasite
From fallen meteorites. Use your familiars,
They’ll act as indicators, to find the sites
Nearby, and we promise we will
Fulfill each and every fantasy.”

Heeding idolized words they grabbed
Their little stone cutting swords,
Setting out on their small adventure,
Disgusted by sparkling beauties
Stuck inside ironic space rock histories.

Silently, raucous crafters would comedically
Gaze at cute relativistic truths in tragedies,
Where they, in their folly, didn’t know, in horror,
How to form the questions to find the answers in mysteries,
But entertained uncontinuously, to a scientific degree,
Robustly, with gusto, lost semantically.

“Nice! These’re real! Not fake!”,
Their exclaims riddled with romantic
Qualities, “Oh how generally pleased they’d be, if
They were personified here to see!”
They frolicked with pleasured gleams from the actions
They could shuck, wishing they could psychologically
Do much more, killing to do so much more, on a
Planet like mars, on falling meteors.

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The Advent

Frightened at the advent
For deadened laments,
A deafening silence
Forelent in worded sublimity,
Describing time slowly passing,
Ricochet from the forlorn
Mouths into the leaden ears
Who’d allowed the occurrent.

“Let go”,
The stellar winds urge,
When paths were set
To dead ends.


Seem

In copses of ginkgo trees
Of bilobed fans and seedless apricots
Of dulled silvery chrome flesh
Inside seaweed atmospheres
Of flitting globular lights
Of rotational spiking hulls
In instantiated deformations
Of incomplete sequences
Of eyes wide, shut tight

1.
Icy sparkling whites
Of glinting ices pointed
At swallows that flew
At misappropriated times.

2.
Embellished ravines of
Illuded gem stones set
Along riversides, rise
Into stratospheric skies.

3.
Elk coteries of velvet hides
Inside draping chiffon tents
Of selective candle lit dens;
A deluge of pent up prides

4.
Ensnared in spectral ires
Of vivaciously fed fires
Of confounded origins;
Annotated ashes, alluded

5.
Abominable satin snakes
Emerging from dust palls,
Intertwining with vines
Of crystalline ceruleans.

Accidental plots of sugars
Of Gods and Goddesses
Of ecstatically held cubes
In stemmed angst; new
Inchoate fates or invades.

Insects admit to taints
As mystified apologies
As they’d do it again.


Uncertainty

Zombie hordes in zealous zebraic rampages
Destroy our homes in the Ternion Zone
In post-apocalyptic zoomorphic fuzzy forms.

Zion swings his double sided spear,
Of cast curvatures with sharpened edges
Of a lacquered handle designed
With golden scrolling vines,
Of a lotus inlayed with mollusk shells,
Of sprouting leaves in tinted jade,
We think.
With impossible speeds; Shrilling
Before our vision can keep.

Zipping past in blurred zest
He pulverizes our zenic advances
In jest.

Biggest Liar

To say your face is beautiful
Or to say your soul is breathtaking
Isn’t sufficient enough;
These words that describe beauty
Lack the ability to portray
Just how beautiful
I think you to be.

But I will never say
Your face is more beautiful than nature
Or that
Your soul is more breathtaking than the cosmos
Because I’d be lying.

But I’m the biggest liar I know.

-Sabs-

We Built Walls

Incessantly
We built walls
Along the borders
To safe guard
The treasures
We stored in our hearts.

But you came
In nonchalantly,
Languid, lucid,
Lacking physical properties,
Waltzed right through
Cemented auburn bricks.

Golden strands
With body bare,
Chiffon draping
With the breeze
Clandestinely assisting.

We’d watch you dance.

You tossed words,
Petals, from your basket,
Twirling, drifting,
In atmospheric pressure,
While floating,
Salaciously whispered,
“Watch my prophecies unfurl”

You came in
Without invitation.
“You aren’t welcome here,”
We yelled.
Take your destinies
And go somewhere else.

You and your rhetoric divination’s
Can go to hell.

Fuck this shit.
This isn’t real.

-Sabs-