galleys

galleys

A Poem by winter;lyra

yes I do rob the stalls
I cash the lots
scratch the price and roll in dirt
disguise the product
I am the roth, the child
and the holy spirit
solely folly
I am the blood clot
if do trace back,
i am very much the only sot
with a rich flannel
and morrow crops
sold in galleys

© 2020 winter;lyra


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Added on December 13, 2020
Last Updated on December 13, 2020