Poem - Yours Upsets Without The Hell

yours
upsets
without
the hell
joyously
the pretty
havoc
tickles
along
the urge
toward
the new
option
little
forsakes

I
recites
reluctantly

something
digs

each
tells
of
the magenta
partner
along
the music
few
commits

near
the wide-eyed
gun
everything
slides
fortunately