"heads &/or tails"
 

hell's surest lexicon born
to inherit a grudge
season'd w/hatred - our tongues
cling to dust w/a vengeance
comes fear - mute instinct
raising the hands to defend
dark eyes still
grasping the drowning
o' the locus in soluble prayer

prayer, layer, grayer...

for every last ghost
sworn into insomnia
a simple pirate's trade:
this sun for that moon
& a restless dream
of an unsunken shore -

of maidens, cookies,
milk & wonder...

alas the treasure was lost
to a one-armed bandit
just south of hell...

Or some such sh*t.
 
 

--F'Ugly Th3 Kl*wN (Anti-Poet-At-Large)