Types of touchless expressions layered
On red exoskeletons when they reached the exosphere,
Conjuring historical archives on glossy screens, going up
Articulated thermodynamic scenes, through past lives
Liabilities within christened thermospheric times
Lost in not so distant meteoric realities.
Brilliant wonders searching for what one found in
The other, disintegrating yearnings at the mesosphere
Proportionately connected into lettered stratospheres,
Their arthropodic bodies strategically strapped into cushy seats,
Prevented their teleportation abilities,
Powerless in their adorably disappointed
Tiny android anthropomorphic forms, sobbing,
Lamenting, apologetically at etude tropes that surmounted
To breathing difficulties, unrelenting at tropospheric altitude peaks.
Factor pulsating magenta illuminations; lit
Guarded wonders she’d convincingly seen before
From affronted storefront decor;
Errors in paranoid motives on flat floors.
Reliving humiliation’s disgrace pointedly
Heaving through arrogance’s waves of illusion’s
Plays from the ambulance’s and cop car’s
Dazes of neuronal connections lost
When she turned about-face,
Because he thought she
Needed to be taught a lesson.
Sleeping realities are swept underneath
Torn up beds of forgoed meetings
In the severity of apparition’s appearances.
Just another stranger’s glance,
Happenstances of planted friendships
Casting away flourishing romances by fate’s
Reckoning by it’s unduly deck hands,
Within repugnant scenes where
They would have been unseen.
The man of nonexistential seasoned love
Tossed away by the sides of the unwanted
Where they questioned
Their loves and tangibilities.
Could I be forgiven
For past mistakes.
Was it really
That this was reality
The perceived “evidence”.
Always sanguinely grasping at spirits summoned by necromancers
As they would leave, we would chase them, searching, desperately
Anointing impossibilities despite respites in another attempt within the
Accumulating sands in realizations in hourglasses, a bewitching form.
Cumulated experiences that lead our never ending defeats;
Bullshitteries held up in white flags, gnaw on misleads;
Black velvet discrepancies; diminishing effortful fields
Analyzed in the opposite-of-brave steps inside clarity;
A sheen reflecting sun beam realities on our protruding nubs,
Ghastly dropped into sharp shredders inside ruddy shrubs.
Somewhere, a thing
Finds solace in the ordered
Spell bindings, carelessly.
For fear was a thing
That existed within
Vision only grants access
To the wanted.
The wanted = bratlings,
While the novel
Becomes the next
Sought out encounter.
So a thing, trembles
When they say:
Speak to me please,
While reflections in the past
Cried out their shame.
For a thing’s words spoke more
Than a thing might intend,
While a thing saw much less.
Hopeful pleas that would
Then fall by it’s self.
While a thing
Finds pleasure in
Filling up senses
Without knowing how
To do it.
Without knowing how
Well it could please.
Totally bewildered by the undeserving gaze
Of those dudettes we’d worship, we stood by
Sandunes blown away by radical crows.
Yores would reign narley writings;
Meandering feathered havoc’s
Implying that holding weakened
Troughs of legit happinesses,
Were canned by us sick men.
What do you call a girl dude?
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
Than those considered to be
Being duped by ignorances
By their own arrogances,
Spittling at their own
So she’d move.
They’d get married
They’d get bored,
Seek other outlets,
They’d focus on the negatives
While they’d have screaming matches,
Then those images
They had promised.
I once witnessed
An altercation between
And a cicada
On the bushes
In the front
Of my home.