Why must I not
ask about
diamonds and rats,
castles and hats?
No Jack of diamonds
Is going to believe
that
You’ve stolen the parrots,
and suddenly got mad.
I’ve seen all the
feathers
dropped in the sand.
You’ve tickled the
bearers,
Then grubbed the land.
Spades, hearts and
decks.
The jumble of feelings
Goes out of hand
And all out of
meaning.
Imagine the dices,
The poor Queen of
hearts.
Then tell me your
vices
And their form of art.
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