Wednesday, April 04, 2007

rumbling

somehow-ever randomly
i became good at this game
it really was no surprise
because i'd always loved cards

i've played
for two whole years
won tournaments
drank several beers

paid full big and small blinds

restless rhymes pass time easily
distracted key clicks
noises
cartwheeling stars climbing stairs
running circles breathing out.....

relaxing

WABAM! Don't fuck around
'cause then you're no longer playing

can only bottle emotions
so long til they
need release!!!!!

Bodies hit floors wide open
cracked back slapped merrily against coats
as scurried players leave trickling to go on break


aces queens craziness...
flushed eyes drive by
wondering why betting changes play


maybe rearranging our position helps
but probably not
farther than fish we bluffed anyway
driven home a luxury enjoyed rarely
who cares about me after all
Are teachers giving lessons better?
Is poker metaphorical?
purposely folded

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