Placetime

Neverending gory trades
are exchangers' value blades
cutting utility from the chest
of the least enclosed by claws.

Defense is the blessed offense
against bleary weary pence
one economy can't contain
the culture's flurry muddy bane.

Wolfish captors love John Wayne
and Reagan donuts filled with pain
lovely cones and traffic death
take their cars they'll want your breath.

Back to critique again
it's where I find my pen
cratered and an asteroid
looking for this planet's void.

Look away;
I won't.
Give up sway,
sigh; don't.

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