Tarot Poetry – The Hanged Man

He Hangs. Me. Pardon me Sir, I hate to bother you while you billow there. But I must ask, Is this really what you were all about? I knew your audacious entrance would be peppered with tragedy. We all did. But of all my self-beasts You had to kill this one? The one that shinesContinue reading “Tarot Poetry – The Hanged Man”