House of CardsA Poem by <3Playing the Joker's wild. His hand low on his knee. Lift a glass to lips, red lipstick; three cards down, jazz melody. Gray fog under yellow light, a trick; like a sun in the darkened room. A twist of fingers, they all fall down. Her auburn hair; scrawny tomb. Another night in this lonely, old town. © 2009 <3 |
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Added on November 16, 2009 |