j.horrocks

hail to the house of lancaster,
you have always been the masters
of throwing your voice to any
fucker who'll listen.

i creep beneathe the foul food court
you tossed on top of market street.
it hangs above me like a terracotta
sword of damocles.

your pitches were delivered in a
tone so rich and familiar
i was half convinced at once
but now i'm drafting...drafting my response.