Grasshopper Poem by Alexander Zalan

Through trail so intricate and trite,
Intrepid march of callous wails,
Ceases abundance to contrite,
To don and scatter gushing hails.

When every interstice just snaps,
As dismal flicker in the dusk,
And gilded flux of meagre laps,
Transmutes into a rigid tusk.

I'll then unveil eternal gait,
The venture to atone the seams,
A bashful, but pernicious bait,
Protruding from abysmal gleams.

Extortionate is the toll,
For futile thoughts that lack the zeal,
The gore will flow and lives will roll,
And no contraptions there to heal.

I roam the shrines of barren hope,
The tarnished aisles of remorse,
And every intersecting slope,
Lures to admonish my discourse.

As vagabond, disrupting ink,
Impudently refuting truth,
All vice will vanish in a blink,
Conceding to grotesque and ruth.

A delinquent, but mild stampede,
Preposterous and ravished gaze,
Implacably dissecting creed,
Infusing baneful, lucid haze.

A vanquished, conquered peak of rust,
As ephemeral glory's print,
Will serve as reinforcement crust,
On disembowelled, tarnished lint.

Impediment is mere derision,
A mockery of lust and loathe,
A relentless and blunt cohesion,
Which serves as impetus for growth.

A reveller till core of wonders,
Impetuous, defiant guard,
In order to delude the hoarders,
The iris will devour shard.