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by Bulvai
Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2172862
It's a question of honor.
Would it be a question of honor
that women don top hats Victorian,
Victorian in nature with velvet
ribbon spun during a Luna lit night.

When the tambourine man is followed
by a hanging song around his neck
like honeysuckle twisted to bleed
jellyfish tentacle stabs on his face

-face lost in sketches of autumn
where newsreels blare hammer and cycles
against the backdrop of stars and stripes
or severed men in leopard skin tight jackets.

Is it a question of honor true
when we swim in memories’ darkness
only to know progress is hatred
filling us with poison from the past.

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