This Again

Let me try and tell you of worlds dead and live
Wish upon a lightning and see willows from the sky
Gallows, brittle moss, Neptunium and (wh)ores
This sediment we sit on waits for flashing concert lights
And for this observer it leaves nowhere without fight
For the sediment, it spills into the pre-made ‘xocrine glands – I wonder why!
Masterworks of song and dance surround the succulent plant demands
Wish upon material possession, up on backs of dangerously feral ants
Yield before court rulings and against the vitriolic fangs
Decisive, but not eager, I watch the match with shirt, pants—meager
Ducks in a pond, raggidy, raggity rocks and sneezes
Eons ago they would have not made freezers
Turnips and silos in an anecdote don’t bode together
Sports fan wishes he were lighter than a feather
Alcohol of vinegar and cinnamon of waste tar
Last before not least, your wishes have no way to spar
Harbor idiot there tying knot and naming dots
Cartridges and crevices, they nameless, because engine runs on steams
Otters, when locked up, more cunning than they seem!