dearie honey
Posted on: 4/8/2021
dearie honey, lovely dove,
under listless trees you doze
trotting in trouble
just for a miracle
lolling and laughing and going and gasping.
all shouldas and couldas and wouldas and buddhas
trampling tramps who mixes and mucks
while toiling and tripping in pearly mud
the mud of mice and the mud of men
repugnantly moral and morally repugnant
affixing your crosses to lofty temples
that reek of money and the basest needs
donning a crown of holy brambles
enlightening heathens and peasants alike
yet fail to love yourself.
dearie honey, lovely dove
let go of your empty holes