As Read in the Cards
An Evil Eye,
To protect from dread,
A tarot spread,
The Broken Heart connects with threads,
A plotline’s end,
Where the good guys die and the bad guys win,
The 4 chords,
So many songs at my disposal,
A cracking and popping vinyl record,
At San Quentin or Folsom Prison?
A brand new piercing,
Ouch, my head,
My Antik skates,
Stitched just for me in Red Wing, MN,
A saddle coated by Neat’s Foot
Seeping in to bend and flex
The dally of a rope,
5 seconds flat,
And a sturdy little mare to call my own,
Called from the pastures of the place I call home.