Neon Elucidations

Fantastic landmark-cult
Virtuoso bolt
Roaming the mind-streets
Combing the hind-beats

Seeking to materialize
The esoteric mate
Innate fate

Hero of the hysterical hour

Sacrosanct power
Late or playfully teasing:

Symmetrical hallucination
Deliverance:

Spiral child
Consigned to realign
Redefine the relish of the latest
Thyme
Sprouting like a volley vine

Rejecting gravity
Depravity cannot speak for

There is no door

Purely sore
Are the windows
These eyes are breaking

Waking the lush-plush
Sensations of existence

Splash~

There are poets you dive into & poems your hand skids upon
As if it were the water beside your ski-boat,
Words of worlds parallel to your state of dreamful bliss.

Then there is I who asks of no union,
Only for my lexis to free itself of caging
Inside a heart who tends to jail all that I can seduce into my custody.

This is how the truth escapes, whether you presume,
Of no nature but the solid cries of varying winds
Chanting their religion to gods of every race I have fell in love with...