The They

Reciprocal relationship
Oh my no
Rather exploit
Now
Than work to sow

Just
Disrupt the flow
A kind of magic
Black
No doubt
But black that bleeds
That
Pretty purple haze

Oz of pigeons
Plentiful prey
Waltzing fantasy
Spinning always
Winning
Before
Turning to
Dismay

Say, sweetheart
Master of today
Collecting souls
As if that’s ok
What on earth will you do
When everyone can see
You?

Author: KenshoHomestead

Creatively working toward self-sufficiency on the land. View all posts by KenshoHomestead