Matrices Poem by Naveed Akram

The matrix is going, it desisted dutifully,
You just popped into the head of hurt;
A film finds another film of favours, it is
Moving from scene to scene, a sequel
Is untouched, for a clown is a brainy man.

Passion bursts like a smiling clown, awkward
Feelings with his popsicle stand.
The apparatus for dentistry fabricates the mode,
My evergreen trees are in the window,
Rugs roll under the feet of shoe and clothing.

The matrix is going to further resorts of the heraldry,
It fulfilled the mission, electroplating the skin.
The polymers transgress from too many osmotic pressures,
Too many enzymes make us humans in fit condition,
I am etching a symbol for my skin, flaky when sad.