The Gamblers Lament and Other Works
/Poetry to spill your soup over.
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I cannot lose right now
Every bet, every instinct. All right.
I better ride the wave of “Luxury Boating”
That’s what my father calls it,
We both stare into a dark alley
Mine is predicated with light
You have no idea how scary this is
For this month of good tidings
This small fortune bestowed upon
The raga of wealth being played by an unknown plucker
Is being followed by a wave of loss so strong,
So abundant,
It’ll knock me down to my dick skinners
When that happens, when that shoe drops…
My best work will come from it.
It’s a give and take,
Thank goodness for give.
By Joe Sonnenblick
From: United States
Instagram: J.sonnenblickpoetry