The Undescended
Caught before time, trying to escape
The dirty manicure slipped on another realm,
Crying for her puppies, just being washed,
The creased runners walking in stringent time.
The parallel lighting chimes the nutritious glory,
The saints knowing where to get off, have fun
Grappling with tight change, excellent security
Parachuted into a perfect din, over our heads.
The paper football hides it’s time, dyed black
Returning to its shelf the whimpered farce,
Interrupted by beauty in an alchemist’s glare
Graphing thoroughfares, roads never taken.
Chomping through runcible flowers, overbearing,
Finally good at school, criminal pitfallings
Knocked through shape, own good presiding
Insurrecting obvious faults, tightened screw.
Complexity a virtue, more excuse for the prize,
Shooting the godlike in a tumultuous gaze,
Plotting weekends, no experience required
Angry escapes never return from this.
Serial paintings needing the stiffened drink,
Protection from this existence, blowing hard
The unnecessary volunteer rides away
Not an imported label to carry out besides.