Origins of these golden hairs
My confidence hasn't died with you
Picture frames, store bought frames
With families already inside of them. 

Glowing lights, described 
Inside a children's book.
Riddled with sexuality and cruelty- 
Golden lions abate them.
The standard has now been risen, keep up while you can

Short legs dragging through airport
Corridors so many businessmen 
Envy-driven and greed-streaked
Cannibals in arm's reach. 

My furry caterpillar claws
Your bite-sized lips, bright red
From kisses past tense. Storm fires Pouring igneous dark matter and gold 
Into a deep mystery, well mostly just a mystery to me.