05 - Claret knees

With claret stained knees (my sign of youth)
I write this, staying the path not righteous but right. 
With burgundy stained shirt (a sign uncouth)
I write that, perhaps it was wayward a night. 

With sanguine stained collar (I did win that fight),
I recall to myself who lost that tooth,
That sits in my pocket beside a Bic light, 
I say it’s not mine, but who knows the truth. 

Homing pigeon heart O’ guide me home, 
Avian breast, but mind the bones.