Pluto rising

your prayers do not move him
no appeals will stay the hounds
or the tick, tick, tick, the numbers
climbing on meters and screens
it was a bad idea from
the start of something new
under the sun, invisible reflection
of it, in fact, not a funhouse mirror
more like a gilded golden frame
hung in some forgotten wing
in the museum of the city of dreams,
no wait, nightmares, let's be honest
it's a highly flawed species in
this picture, capable of endless
delusions, too cheap to meter,
safe and clean and cleverly named
for the king of hell
how does this end? they're
betting on poorly over in the
pool room where it is, you guessed it:
hot as hell.