So Afraid

They crafted ornamental shrines, unsure
Where to place exaggerated mandala designs,
Within microcosmic palaces, primarily timed
When the stars of the cosmos moved then aligned,
Wrapping up begotten warnings in warped signs
Between the dualistic symbiosis inside the astral world.
Where loves, tried and tired, for the immortal
Gods and goddesses, were encrusted with
Gems in Tuscan color schemes, meticulously
Complimenting multiple shades of shit,
But let’s call it earth tones for the sake of poetry.

Falsified deities sobbing at
Kinds of love, unduly given,
So much so, they wanted to believe
Such phantasmal suffusions, ever hopeful
They could one day sigh with relief.



Dimensional lightning bug larvae,
Laid in wait, emitting bioluminescent
Triadic cyanic neon greens,
Surging, lasting in dimension lilies
With tumescent wavelengths of
The deepest burgundy shades.

Seducing oodles of greenish
Prey, attracted, sheepishly falling
For their enamored pillowy callings,
Freakishly knowing the yearnings
Far better than those they ate.

Before some force of nature,
Reflective of human type existence,
Grabbed and tossed
Then stomped and slid
Their feet grating
Their pretty guts across
The pavement’s surface.

Sentient remnants glow,


How they had wished
To relive.