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tarot cards only work in the rain
there are seven turkey buzzards
set out on the cellphone tower
silhouetting the lime green lined
grey light to the day
I am on the road named so for the tower
the one with seven vultures
perched in the shock and awe orange
that cross hatches its crisp white facade
Tesla is in the temperature today
and I still haven't thanked her
for the other side
to all these apologies
might be that a man must allow
a woman her misery
for him to remain in focus
the poetry of the soft muse betrays her
she is what fills the pens
with stiff drink
making the wharf rats work
extra hard for spare charcoal
market my appreciation in agony my love
and ask no less of an artist ever
than to lay their severed head
on a plate made of the silver
that fits your insatiable fancy
might be that a man must deny
that she torched the entire village
when she allows him a cot to inch naps on
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