Held in Imperfect Adjunct

Why was the beautiful woman yawning

While the mangy dog was barking?

 

Could it be that the groaning big rig

Had run over the lying dead prig?

 

Where was the hummingbird’s liquid course

Amidst the vacant waters of remorse?

 

And when will the seas cloth over the soil

Planted illness with prayer bushes of foil.

 

Who was that handsome man running

For the next stop? - could be stunning.

 

In her complete dismissal of his stale breath

She could not disguise her own lack of depth

 

The each held hand as they took leap

Forevermore, they could not weep.