Insatiable

Pride comes before
a millennia of concealed cascades

During a tantric session of
deeply penetrating self reflection

The mirror was polished infinitely
brighter than ever previous

There, on the other side of the present
sat a savage little pubescent

boy resented being told “No.”
So…

Unintimidated—looking Life brow to brow,
he gave the staunchest telepath-vow:

I should be denied over my dead body!
And, hence, the adventures began

The cost of pride is a hefty in-voice:

one moment of unfulfilled fantasy
three decades of mal-aligned chakras
 
I’ve installed more cadaverous coronaries
than skulls adorning Durga’s god-sized breasts

This hill of hearts at Pride’s altar
alter naught, but lode liability

Thought I’d had a sure grip
“No more chips on my shoulder!”

hands cleansed of theft
soul cleansed of sin

“good as new and born again”
but was morbidly mistaken

an unrequited crumb which
could have passed ephemeral

has become  a life-tome opus
and guinness-sized breadbasket

which could feed multitudes of
ravenous tabloid consumers

My defiance has cut off my face
and failed to spite the world