mercury

A sad poem about Mercury. Well, it makes me feel sad at least.

There’s a spider on your cheek
To the right of a wrinkle.
Has it become a feature of your
Face –
Do people stare and sketch it?

What long days you keep.

I will turn my eyes on you tonight,
Because there is no romance to the burning dog
Dragged like a myth to the tune of a truck –
And no roses or violets
Will sweeten that path.

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