RSS

Jack’s House

27 Jan

You
say that
you’re unlucky in love
because you played it like
blackjack on the Vegas strip,
five-card stud with studs,  felt
the deck was stacked & reshuffled
enough to play those players, bluff
those big boys who conceal aces up
sleeves & shaved cards, those proud
Jacks who use naive Jills at their will
knowing how  to cut  imperious queens
of hearts into wee deuces and threes
you refused to wise up that you can’t
flim-flam when your soul’s tell stains
your sleeve — but you’ve become
a chancer, a sucker for the game
even when it cheapened you to
a bust who never caught on:
you’re playing the house’s
“table” where jokers
are always
wild.

 

*

Limericist, 2007

 
Leave a comment

Posted by on January 27, 2021 in Poetry

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

 
%d bloggers like this: