Saturday, December 6, 2014

Headline Poem 12/6/14 -- I'm a gambling man

I'm a gambling man 

I see a winning hand 
from two yards down. 
I know tricks 
and how to trade 
     his for hers and
hers     for mine. 

I know the smell of sea 
and how her hair 
sparkles at midnight 
when shampoo bubbles 
mix with thick salt. 

I'm a gambling man. 
I spin alone, but 
prefer on any given night 
to be under her
so 
I'll ask if she'll dance 
though
   I've 
been denied more 
than my share of times. 

When the sun goes down, 
I turn to me to say
I'll get along without her 
or they
but never without me
for 
I'm out of chips, 
and cash and all things green, 
but I'm a gambling man 
and on I play 
And on I play...