psst,
secret enlightenment is a casino vacation
no
whistle stop
or freight
train-ing
the
echoed distance
in the haze pinned
to
the stars
capturing streetlight
and
memorializing the water
in
the slowest kind
of
pouring rain
I
envelope this
put
it in my pocket
I
surrender to bliss
in the beaded morning
on
the window
only
it isn’t morning yet
and
many here forget
that
admission
is
half your soul
to
get in
and
you must wager
your
other half
if
you want
to
get out
if
ever want
to
be whole again
though
some here must
like
the paper crowns
and
noise makers
I
do not
I‘ll
take a sly smile
and
eyes that give
eyes
that direct
silent
knowing
I
tell myself
not
to count
too
many things
on
the ride in
from
my very own
depot
in the doppler-dark
of
running away from
who
I am
the spark
corded
moments
that
crucibles make
don’t want to be
counted, anyway
questioning too
at times as to
really,
why, I am here
I
came to gamble
for
my life
wearing
a double-breasted suit
and banded
Fedora
and carrying
nothing
but a desire
for more
out
of everything
life had to offer
why
did you come?
why did you get on?
EJR
©
"I came to gamble for my life..." Wonderful stanza, wonderful write x
ReplyDelete