By: KJ Hannah Greenberg

Our Innocent Sin

Danube’s green-leafed lilies,
Weser’s sapphire, silky skin,
Elbe’s pure auburn sunlight,   
                our innocent sin.

Hochblassen’s famous song birds,
Zugspitze’s awfully daunting din,
Wetterwandeck’s strident silence,
                          our innocent sin.

Hamburg’s sundry fishing wharfs,
Cologne’s caravans, its olden inns,
Stuttgart’s fully fanciful fountains,
                             our innocent sin.

I want to be your partner.
I want to share your smile.
Please stay around awhile.

###

My Besties Have Warts

What’s better than a friend?
Yet, my besties have warts.
No summer visit to the shore,
Nor a jaunt down town is more
Textured than their social norms.

In spite of everything, the politics
Of generosity leave culture a mystery;
All that gets kept back is “them” and “me;”
A potholed span my playmates will not see;
Our fellowship’s humbled when compromised.

Still, there’s nothing’s better than a chum.
Minus scowls left behind for remote castes
(Inactivate entities in some habitations do last.)
Philosophers’ aid on meaning waits, confounded
As pataphysics’ bounded, circumventions amassed.

In our time, optimists remain very busy residents,
All the same. Sunshine-filled steins don’t get downed,
Our small kisses don’t vine intertwined with runarounds,
Or through suites of dawns, yawning birds on wing, lingual
Hugs. Just verrucae’s avowals on things shared, might endure.

###

Wide Awake and Wonderful

I feel wide awake and wonderful!
Wonderful and wide awake.
I feel wide awake and wonderful!
Wonderful, say why.

My heart’s wide awake; it’s wonderful!
Wonderful, so wide awake.
My heart’s wide awake; it’s wonderful!
Wonderful, say why.

Love is wide awake—so wonderful!
Wonderful, so wide awake.
Love is wide awake—so wonderful!
Wonderful, love’s why.