anti-prose. random matter.
draw
Published on September 23, 2006 By crimson In Poetry
I showed my hand too fast
aces three of a kind
but I went blind
when you dazzled me with all four sevens.

You smiled like a crocodile
all teeth and predatory leering
and I'm fearing
that I'm not going to get away fast enough from you.

Not a shark
just a lucky hand
understand
that this means nothing in the circle of life.

Not a rebirth, not a death,
Not an arrow in my heart,
just start
to back away slowly now, because I'm on to you.

So don't thrill me with a collection of low numbers
I can count
and you still don't add up
Just shut up and leave me alone.


Comments
on Sep 23, 2006
Since I'm not the brightest bulb I need to dwell on this one, Nick. Do I see another meaning hiding in there? Nice...
  
on Sep 24, 2006
Life/love as a card game/gamble is a fun analogy to play around with.


Ha. There is no such thing as an original idea... some stuff just writes itself, though, and this one just flowed out.
on Sep 25, 2006
There is no such thing as an original idea... some stuff just writes itself, though, and this one just flowed out.


Amen. Everything's already been written - we just get to write it with our spin on it . . .

Great piece of writing, Nicky. I liked it a lot
on Sep 25, 2006
Well done. Great nimble writing.
on Sep 27, 2006
What a nice, concise piece of poetry. I really dig the imagery too.
on Sep 27, 2006
Definately seems to have another twist it seems to me Joe. Then again, my thinking can be warped sometimes!! I liked the twists and turns Nicky. Nicely done!