Finished rough work on my series Organics. It will be a little while for editing, but I'll be putting the parts up every two days once I start. Seven parts. I think it will be fun, just have to slug through the horrifying mess of editing. For now, here is a newer poem I wrote a few days ago.
Gamble
Without steady hands
its turned over
and over.
Flicked - it sways
and weighs the heavy odds
of shabby cloaks and jeweled rods.
To the top-down fall of our
everything and all.
-Tough luck
the King's crown on the face of the coin
faces us.
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