Monday, March 7, 2016

Helpless Horses

Helpless Horses
Defrocked deities
malnourished moons
in effeminate poses
with hap hazardous allure
so we can wrap our presents
in silk. To think it was
all for a moments notice
contained in the other house
of cards, and dealt the
velvet tears of onerous
oneness to decide the
Fate of nations with a
button, we put on a mask.

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