weaponized slings and arrows
shoot through the sound of hooves
the fortune’s gone
the thief has fled the shop
famished
sort through the trash
to feed the soul and the heart
the unhealthy habits
splinters bring up all that has elapsed
the magnetic and the majestic
burrow in the anguish and black water
as i am teetering on madness
my impoverished and astray heart

© jacob greb — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad