Sandpaper and Blue Pearls
Sandpaper hearts
take away the roads
dig a hole
fill your moat
lifeless
gold.
Smooth texture from life
bleach the silver from crosshair
eyes, the color of blanks.
A string of blue pearls
marching along the plywood vein.
Tapping at this tired thing.
tap-tap...tap-tap.
Produce or starve, says ancient law.
No time to act tired or stall.
Keep the aces, toss the deuces away.
Another day-another race
Don't ever make the same mistake.
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