Photo credit: Thomas Hawk via Foter.com / CC BY-NC

Heart Storms

Here in this temple of coin
Where one armed pirates swashbuckle
Extending planks for drowning inheritance
And the brittle quest for wisdom shatters
In a jittery tangle of lights
And cascading tokens
Would that Vegas lies could cloister
Like nuns on holy islands
Surrounded by s fortress of choppy seas
Or memory fail when requisitioned
As heart storms drench
Complacent arbitrators.

Like what you read? Give martin.strange a round of applause.

From a quick cheer to a standing ovation, clap to show how much you enjoyed this story.