Excessively Denominating

Why trade your beans for a gallery of giants
your wonder for six fingered caricatures
while your sacred words are left unconjured,
just a dialogue of the disengaged who so
devoutly rattle off their synchronicities
with milky eyed adjectives bent beneath
borrowed tribal customs hawked shamelessly
as if pride were an exclusionary epithet
instead of the pennant of a rare oracle
who charges nothing more than your joining
in the warmth of the stone soup circle

You'll find here no delight in the plunder
of overturning veteran accolades or the
assumptions of iconoclasty shrouded as valor 
such pettiness fails to cover the excessivity
of the shriveling shortcuts you call 
lifehacks for the liberated as if freedom
could be sold like a clever lie to the 
desperately hopeful and then jerked back
into a mocking cacophony of "too slows"

You're a fake, a fraud, a venture capitalist
stimulating the blind greed of the morally
destitute by fingerpainting your mancave 
monstrosities with feathers plucked from
those you tar with your imitated confidence
testifying to the verity of faint imaginings
you happened to dabble with kindergarten 
glitter clevernesses expecting an honorary 
diploma because you couldn't follow the score
but could fill a plenary peanut gallery

To be admitted to the initiate, one must
nurture a patient mastery into a kaleidoscope
of failed demonstrations pulled into a taffy 
of tribulations yearning with an ardent 
alchemy explored with disciplined artistry
unpeeling archaeologies with microtomic 
observations set against the personal
rebus of archetypal scars that attenuate
the godeye to ineffable moments

Why trade your comfort to summit apogees
your certainty for six dimensional autographies
while your humble scribbles fail to clarify,
just an excursion of the passionate who so
ardently abandon their paternal topologies
with humble-pied verbs proffered to the
esteemed convened seeking the untried tincture
to titrate a dearer pivot point and enjoy 
the unexpected cascade endeavoring for words
crystalline and unwanting or applauded
with blue ribbon nonsensicals as if your
solitary footprints upon virgin moonlit soils
would allow a contemporary congregation
in the still and silent pocket of an unknown
pride and the perseverations of a noveling 
numerator