O Kentucky, my love
Why doth thou wear such a sad Equus frown —
Hast not thine squire Apprentice
swept thy Medicaid stalls clean?
Though stable be thy bridled heart,
who knoweth whence
a Church chill shalt descend Down
Giving thus thine joyously warm soul
a Midsummer coal night
Doth not thou light a prayer vigil candle
to yield glow of the uncertain path ahead —
Or hath the cowardly Goal Of Pilate canary taken flight?
May God Offer Plenty of flagellations to it’s yellow dark soul
Such a coal, coal Midsummer night ...
More midterm election promises double-quilted down
will cover thine bare equestrian body
on such a coal, coal Midsummer night ...
O Kentucky, my dearest love
Doth the bluegrass words,
from thy secret lover Apprentice’s
tweet stained lips,
soothe thine shivering soul?
Sweet passion flower on the vine,
Your crown of thorns adorned with pride.
Amazing grace, simply divine,
Symbols how Christ, was crucified.
Your tendrils, flagellations whips,
And stigmas, nails, pierced hands and feet.
Sharp pointed leaves, the holy lance.
Sour nectar, tainted blessed lips.
I contemplate each time we meet,
Your message, shown with elegance.
4 / 12 / 2017.