Poetic Gamble

Taking his turn at the table,
Burning words that bounce and
Tumble like whiskey colored dice.
He doubles down with doubt against
The dealer’s choice.
Sucker’s bet.
All in.
Hit me.
Boldly holding instead of folding
As the cards are laid face up,
And the suicide king smirks.
The joker dances wildly, mildly
Teasing the queen of hearts,
Now flush with the heat of him.
His muse.
Her ace of spades.


  1. I rarely get jealous of other people’s writing ability, but poetry is not my forte and I’m so envious, and a little in awe of you, especially the way you use alliteration for rhythm, and rhyme for effect.

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