I wouldnt bet
on success anytime
sooner than you deem
fit for a king-sized dilemma.
this casino dont pay
it is hardest to recognize
ones own patterns
in the mud track
even the tenth or twelfth circuit
around the god-damned track
we love the sweet of our own morphine
as much as we love to watch
the needle find its mark
in perfectly imperfect strangers
or friends of friends
we are better than that
better than the freefall the we see
on the big-screen
or through the screen door
puppet show of the avenue
turn up the thump music
drown out the panting
and the choir of thieves
lover, it is just a game
winner take all, take mine
throw down a buck or two
but dont expect that ball
to land on this number
or even be happy, when it cheats
at the oddest moment
our salvation will be redeemed
when we get it wrong
for the last time, at last
garden of prime time news,
lining the cages in better homes
© Tom Watters 5/16/06