Heart On Your Sleeve

Heart on your Sleeve
Lies on your Habit
Loneliness suits Us
The Happy few
Who
Claw at the
Pretty face
Offering a
Case of Russian Vodka
Who would not ever
NO
Not even
Remotely Dew

I
Walked Once Alone
Along the
Vltava
They call me Proud
now because
I toasted the
Kernel Sanders’
Cocks along
A
winding  sort of sea
While
We all danced
the
fake romance
Complete with every
Pinkies’
Koenig Chances

Feeding monsters
We
along with
my personal speciality
Sub-horing
Feigning
Exploring
ALL
Arkansas Eastern Star
to far Yangtze
my
Lovers
Quarrels
Foolow Me

We All claim
Innocence
Every solstice when
the New moon sets
Us Free

We Light Blossoms
Eternal
to Excite
to Press Lips
to Lick just
the
very Tip
that Delicious
Sintific

Sweetly Limpid
Palatial yet
Insipid Place
Where the Salt
Yet and Still
Always Lives

Author: KenshoHomestead

Creatively working toward self-sufficiency on the land.

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