Truculent Yet

Gambits were pink
Pale purple, yellow
Orange savage baskets laid
One, two, three, seventeen, forty-two
Rain simple slide, exemplary blue
Not yet grounded, lisping a stir
An inch before midnight, flag facing northwards
Two sheep sheep sleep, not rising, not arranging
Not identifying, not reporting
Verbiage baggage

Truculent yet and indemnified
Self-portrait, that's offense
Smile is niggling, certainly not entertaining
Force is self-protecting, rain here now
Season now, murky