the crown clinks alone
slandering silently in historical solitude
uncompromising eloquence kindred
possibly, to something pure
swishing your resplendent alcohol
thinking - likely - cerebrally sneaking
your whiskeyed words wash over
like whiskeyed ocean winds
burning sand in my eyes and vision
the Monarch of the Sea branding the insides of me
your crown clinks alone
slandering with stubborn aptitude
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