Rusted Pennies

Had she tricked them

Of their card stacks?

 

Poker,

The game an

Endless empty stare

Can win.

 

Are those men the

Damned dogs

Love fought to

Recapture?

 

Salvages to squeeze

From liars’ handshakes.

 

A cheater’s hug,

The backside

Of truth.

 

What were all the

Whores’ names?

 

The hidden bank

Accounts ruptured at

The seams.

 

Wild nights lain

To waste.

 

And it won’t be long

Before now

When the

Glow of propriety

Will be thrown to its

Harsh wind,

And faith will scatter

Unto fountains being drained,

Exposed pennies rusted in the

Light.

One thought on “Rusted Pennies

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s