The Cantankerous Cavern

Stalagtite
Stalagmite
Smitten from the ground
Like fool's teeth
That always surround
Steps to heaven
Are like teeth
With serrated edges
Grounding meat with saberlike sledges
A poem is just a paradigm
To hold something
Carniverous at bay
It's almost Christmas
Maybe Santa Claus can slay?
Pretense is a passion
Which bends to stay
Hope is an answer
To an orderless path
Light to the obelisk
With Einstein's math
Pythagoreous Davincical
Fornicate and beg
Needing to make a duality
A substantial nest egg
Here is the sensuality
Like a dripping keg
Keeping the heart at bay
And steadfast to you
An obelisk's device
Is a filter that bids adieu
But more than a filter
As a stalagtite falls down
A stalagmite sleeps up
Intercepting a cavern
As cantankerous as a crup
As finite as a crucible
A mutter to a steeple
I sleep in this cavern
Filled with supernatural peoples...
J.P.S.