Green

Flora and fauna waver inside of green bamboo
Liturgies, dwindling by the numbers in stinted
Abnormalities; a deft escapade into a cave womb.

Legions, in weaves, gather at the sun’s dragging eve.
Materialized celestial bodies, decked out in regalia,
Taunt at those taut covered lids, fabricating the inert.

Reactive stimuli, benign, latent, a recompensed spree;
Spuriously preferred folds shaped inside the imperious.

Caliber

Somber words, elusive, elucidate tempered
Syndical urgencies, gnarled, arising rarified
Cubical euphorias, blatantly swathed by silks of
Lustrous elocutions, flashin’ trypophobic glints.
Severities inculcating deified exuberances inside
Throes harnessed in remediable dogmas within
Discrepant oddities wearily knocking on worths.


Liars

Monochromatic navy hues of recycled plastic
Pellets filled with cotton candy syrup,
Pelt bodies draped in leathered disguises.
Wallowed stumbles into gorges intentionally
Made by the opposition, hollowed out by gnarled
Formations hidden in veering fascinations.
Distilled waters quench the well suited fighters
To stave off caustic heat strokes from the blazing
Sun. Shaded pursuits blaringly remaining within
The deserts extending into the past of possibilities.

The Bed

Inside liquid lucidities of sparkling surfaces,
Incandescent matters, loosely held by sways
Indicative of the preeminence of the genus
In microbial substances of latent mutations,
Insolated trails of sputtering drops denied by
Intermarginal rises strewn with thick outlines;
Intermingle, then they vanish.

Approximations of proximities found in the
Annunciations in the bed riddled with lies.

Parakeets

Stocked cells of humanoid parakeets,
Sporadically surmised to be discreet, are
Stowed in order by their temperaments,
Tactically suppressed ordnances inside
Hidden dungeons are exposed as flocks
Roam in blinding membraned stupor.

Shooting currents conducted by controls
Gone haywire, of pressures that exceeded
Thresholds, starkly watered down, metalloid
Bars of rattling cages are overlooked for semiotic
Patterns of emanations inside multiplicities;
Disowned. They gush, pouring out in globs of
Charred multitudes within coded venerations.

More Than

Battered knitted balls volley across
Delineating slews of dualistic knowings;
Jaunted vaunts of justified haunts.
Fingers tracing stitched lines of
Knotted threads and peeling leathers
Located on beveled navels of botched
Molestations bursting at the seams.
Fiery offenses at designed schemes
Theoretically timed as gusted guises of
Humanistic values cyclically rotating.


Time Dimensions

“My god, did you see her face?”
“She’s scary.”
“She looks crazy.”
“You don’t have to listen to her!”

Within dimension A,
Vast fields of shadeless hands
Tinged with holographic purples
Weakly fold fingers in succession,
Yelling their wisdom in vibrations.

“Can you really trust her?”
“Turn back!”
“That woman is poison!”
“She’s deceptive.”

Within dimension B,
Circuits of animated electric currents
Coloured in lightning hues, for digital displays,
Travel in angled lineations
Statically sparking advisories in
Grids of channeled pathways.

Dimensions of similar spaces
Where spurred formations of
Love existed in different time frames.

Tainted

Horrid horns in repetitive crescendos start blaring in section-Q.
Planetary fissions have been happening frequently at The Acrux
Rotary Sphere’s. I run to the gravitation ships located at the Heart
Sector of Spiral Headquarters, racing down the steps at the helix
Guard railings, fervently sliding down towards the atrium, now
Congested with silhouettes in lines, practicing each blasting hex
Gained during the last virtual-motion training simulation at HQ.
Weaving variant pulses in flaming arcs of formations inside Isogriv
Visual Optics from implanted chips. Swiftly, in order, they shrunk
Quarantined debris in conjured tangerine electric laser cages. Ting:
Eradicated masses within a blink. Garrulous cries chatter at marvels;
Neglecting the death count. Tainted brigades of a fleeting aberration.
Morose rebuttals of abhorrences inside this forgotten spaceship,

Used –End.


It’s Not

They travel through telephone wires
In discoloured energy sparks
Of whites lined with cobalt
Inside shadowy helixes
Of indigo blues
Entering emptied homes
Of tapered glass walls.

Deceptions in fabrications
Of deciphered loves
Without bodies;
Just a soul.

Erroneous sounds escaping
The thinnest lines of
Must be realities that
Could make the world fall apart.

Like the last time they blew it up.