Tired

of taming lions,

of dark, eyeless mileage,

of piloting this wondrous ark,

of you.

of dim-heart-riots

rotting fleshy timber,

of all the cages - rusting through 

and through..

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My mad friend,

a handful

of sequinned

wild-eyed zeal,

teetering

on bullets.

Shield-in-mind,

I should call

For backup.

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