Pomade Your Hair Poem by Mark Heathcote

Pomade Your Hair



Boots atop teardrops purveyed
like a forte of guards on parade
yet, still, you pomade your hair
shout-out "Love" with fanfare!
And cavalcade your heart
only to garrison your soul
behind a crumbling rampart
all to show some marginal self-control.

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