Plucky

Heart a shambles,
Twigs and brambles.
Open eyes
Synthesized.

Morning sickness,
Sharpened slickness.
Blades awake,
A tummy ache.

Shake and bake
Into crusty manner.
Hold high the banner,
Then put me up.

The winner’s cup
To go the distance.
Overcome resistance
Of cares laid bare,

Ankles broken.
Those that have spoken
Into the camera,
Without slur or stammer,

Can change the angle
And thus untangle,
But still count
Towards paramount

Perception. A smile
In your direction
When they catch you looking.
Yet still, they’re cooking

Up a plan.
Though, they can spot a fan
And you feel lucky.
Even somewhat plucky


11/21/20​