A pet under a café table
is motivated by the same mechanics
as a chestnut tree exhibiting
a lasciviously helixed appendage
during autumn’s bister raree,
a grate swallowing an altitudinous heel
to blackball the morning’s fashion accessories,
or smacking chops in shock
with a palm like a highwayman’s scarf.
Miracles are colourful anomalies
hurtling towards fruition
with the same compulsory desideratum
as every other singular happenstance
put down as checkpoints for the disillusioned,
hurdles for the impavid,
or lodgers for the unimaginative.
So unless the definition changes,
like chestnut trees during winter’s raising of the veil,
the gradual acceptance of antecedent shock,
or the compunctious recovery
of a regurgitated heel
back into its modish aggregate,
why the preparation of café tables,
or the petting that takes place underneath them?
as a chestnut tree exhibiting
a lasciviously helixed appendage
during autumn’s bister raree,
a grate swallowing an altitudinous heel
to blackball the morning’s fashion accessories,
or smacking chops in shock
with a palm like a highwayman’s scarf.
Miracles are colourful anomalies
hurtling towards fruition
with the same compulsory desideratum
as every other singular happenstance
put down as checkpoints for the disillusioned,
hurdles for the impavid,
or lodgers for the unimaginative.
So unless the definition changes,
like chestnut trees during winter’s raising of the veil,
the gradual acceptance of antecedent shock,
or the compunctious recovery
of a regurgitated heel
back into its modish aggregate,
why the preparation of café tables,
or the petting that takes place underneath them?