Tuned to trail all curtailed canopies
Final word written in cursive colored crayon
I'm trapped in time
Hands on clocks frozen
Civilians crying in cryo-chambers
Canary echoed foxtrots fandango
They tried to tango
Girls smelled of peach and exotic mango
Melodic
Forced free-falling foes to shuffle to earth
Like fallen phoenix's
Takes no geniuses
Ceased queasiness from quests and crunch times
The chimes still clanking on crippled spines
Spacious sparrow sprawled along sky
As tapestry spiraling
The creeps' coined cretins on campus
Camper camped out next to caravans
Never nestled next to nuisances
Nightly novel lapping up lateral lapses
Lately longevity leans left toward left in spaces
Spaced out subjects subjected to subjugate sequences