Spelunking

If you’ve reached the highway, you’ve gone too far.

Off the beaten path,

finding the entry

among the boulders.

Descend with sure footing,

and with friends–

you all keep your senses sharp.

Don’t lose focus,

help will be hard-pressed

to find you here.

Curiouser, and curiouser,

your whispers echo above your heads,

graffiti disrespectfully lining

the interior, sparse now.

Few and far between are those intrepid enough

to venture here.

The sound of running water,

trickling from above, splattering on the ground

the air is electric,

undiscovered.

Torches aloft,

cavernous,

closed off, wide open.

Verdant moss,

refracted through crystal pillars

jutting out,

shimmering scaffolding and glowing obelisks

in the underground oasis.

Barren and full of life,

keep your wits about you,

you are here,

where no one’s been.

Views From Lalaland

I’m happy to hobnob,

In the enclave,

Despite the mobs,

And the roads unpaved,

It’s a beautiful place.

Stay away from the villlages,

Those folks aren’t known for hospitality,

Lack dilligence,

And have no mentality,

To speak of.

Climb scenic Mount Delirium,

But don’t read the signs,

And their false criteria,

They’ll try to trick you.

Inhale some helium,

Spin three times,

Stand at the summit,

And survey the land before you,

Beautiful, isn’t it?

Good thing you’ve got no work to do,

Stay as long as you’d like.