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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
             
             
 
Written by lightbaron
Published | Edited 9th Oct 2014
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