The Knight of Swords

I want to know. I will
Rock the planet. I will
Prove my love. I will
Get the girl in the end.

Because I don’t know.
I don’t rock.
I can’t prove a thing.
The girl won’t talk to me.

I have a sword
And one at home.
I am always with my
Love, she is always with me.

I’ve never stabbed a soul.
I barely have a home.
I don’t know who my love is,
I don’t know where I am.

I fought for peace.
I built the castle.
I read the sacred words.
I stopped to smell the roses.

I was petty.
I lost the key.
I ignored the sign.
I cried to know myself.

In like a lion

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My poem The Queen of Cups, which originally appeared here, appears this month in the Spanish zine Yareah, and is also online at their site.

For March of this year, I drew the Knight of Swords.
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