Between Jupiter and a Bottle
Torn between Jupiter and a bottle
The sky-borne heart, caught yearning for the stars,
Staggers, split and spitted upon the earth.
This is not what Love was spilt for, nevermore
To spy out the cold crippled, dripping sun.
Society flails in its own puke,
As the unicorns lay slaughtered in the
Cracked concrete forests. Feet pound, dogged,
Down the tired ruins. The sainted smoke,
Drifting on the breeze of long stale hopes,
Calls back to life the broken, burnt-out voice
Of forgotten dreams, pulled from the dust.
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