So there you have it,

a sad description, a viscous element

wiggling like a worm but these are the days

when the bride has decided to appear,

broken legs in a battle, a commemoration of normal events,

how simple it seems to be when the ogre did run

into the valley with bated breath, searching for stars,

reaching upward, spanning the gambit, looking for all to see

But it just may depend upon whoever has open ears,

a rascals habit as there are only so many ways for you to come

Nevertheless the voice is sometimes there, it has a range

that can be understood in distant matter, a random demonstration of bad incidents, still the running may be glad, the seashores left in drag as this is the reason there are good times left to be had, whenever celebrations are on the foyer burning in stale sediment outstanding granules of nakedness, pitch black night, skyward, head of a needle in a kitchen cupboard, scabbards in the dark, cold gin gimlets, spiders in the sand This is enough to feast on fresh fish, a variety of creatures that may be taken from swirling pools of sea salt and vinegar for anyone who has the guts to greet the parties at the table during the most portentous times just waiting to roll back the dice and march to a very different rhythm, it has been cut-out from the slickest surfaces, altering ordinary perceptions of empty space adventitious events when everything becomes filtered through a large motorcade of moving vehicles, troubling thoughts in an open room much too far to see, in human rights that have never survived the dawn, in an extended world view spread out for all who have been invited to attend the parade, with wild emotion it may move past the obstacles that had sought to limit its very existence, there is sparkling wine that may surpass the strength of her glow, moving downward across the firmament, to rapid places associated with blind elation, an experience elegant and refined, but it explodes resembling a sinking ship, a noble ark too inebriated to bring up to the backside from behind the boat, a wooden consort full of hapless monkeys spiraling to the shake of a brand new beat, substance over frivolous tactics will win them over as there is frank distortion in a market near her home, vegetables, bananas all will be present with new laws to encourage safe rewards to the participants who have chosen to liberate their partners in indiscriminate acts of kindness that reverberate with activities that have yet to be told to people in many different locations, this is just masking problems that are waiting to appear before a great cesspool of opportunity with mighty pieces to be held, hiding in treetops just around the corner, a mad hatters bend, a riddler’s shanty meadow meant to do away with what has been described as efforts to hijack the sound of a whispering willow in the air, other attempts to reduce harmful practices yet to occur, or anything else that could be associated with bad manners in juvenile delinquents, another example of what can happen to misguided children who have had no education, heartless options, faulty grace in grime, extra objects behest at sundown, inside the mind of a loathsome devil, flowers like a mule sputtering across a bloody pond, a white regatta within a stream, rude exclamations in a sour mud, and in the cochlear corkscrew a very sullen spring, obscene joys always playing in the dirt.