Quelled desperate escapes from endless races, headcases
with stinging breaths and the light-headedness of steady paces,
pagans promenading toward golden idylls
while lavish lifestyles embolden their fated faces
bound by choking golden bridles.
The architecture is elegantly hostile,
precisely prevents lying flat or still
with galvanized nails of placating prodding incentives
for incumbent future dreams fulfilled,
just cosmetic higher-purpose contraceptives.
Peer into this poetic glass-sea reflecting only me
evading claiming what I want to be,
entertaining golden daydreams despite purported beliefs
that chasing choking bridles of convenient hypocrisy
is apostasy, still clinging to comforting fallacies.
different faces 