Snake eyes on the prize

With well tailored congratulations

Ed McMahon sits next to me

shaking hands

with amputated bandits,

no, the other hand has a drink.

 

Satan joins us

and tries to spread some Promethean knowledge

no one cares

he should have brought an apple

the bouncers wisk him away

for not gambling.

 

It's 6 am

and I still anxious sit

the taste of yesterday's Jack and Coke

mixes with the buzz of no sleep

fixating to the dice bouncing around

amidst the sound of bells.

 

Ed said Elvis would be here

and Jesus couldn't make it

because last time he threw a fit,
so they wont let him through the door

and he never has any money anyway.

 

My voice cracks like peanut shells

"I'm out"

done with this scene

take my fuzzy troll and my lucky penny

I search for the fountain that will drown out

in a fantastic dispay of applause

my baptizemal to the sound

and I'm leaving with the door prize

even if I have to steal it.

Reviews

[A.r. Bazian]

not bad... th literary elements and correct structure of broken rhyme do exist, and are powerful!
it flows well too!
couldn't get the poem though... i read it over 8 times and i still did not get the feeling/idea you r trying to get across!
is it determination?
never the less, the atmosphere appeals very attractively to a drinker or gambler, very well written!
i think i could hear the silence as the dice roll up the table!
not bad!