(Digital Art by this poet)

Batman has fallen
forgotten his name
Fevers have swollen
death swoon for some fame
Nobody answers
since nobody’s lame
and everyone doctors
straight-placing their claim
the music it hollars
screams forth strangest aim
and everyone laughters
out under some rain
the preachers sing darkness
and each one’s the same
money for ashes
and ashes for game
the monster though hunts us
its hunger unswain
and everyone dances
half owning their blame
hating to listen
with ears in…



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Fox Kerry

Fox Kerry

If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.