Revised: MAIDEN VOYAGE

Oh how the greenery
of your embedded scenery
siren-whipped
the voyage of a young tongue,
drained of the froth of ambition,
and spin-cycled through hot-decibled
Krakens of over-achievements
and poor judgements.

Dry and abrasive as an obvious pun,
I scaled your lilac estate of purple and white.
Now with your audience laid out before my dead end,
I come to you a guilty boy,
having milked the innocence of goosebump fishing
in the salt-tickled rills
of your flannel estuary.