a chivalrous hand
so bet my last dime on a bag of chips
laid down my heart for the draw of it
but the hands held hard cards flashed
bad beats jumped out in layered bluffs
bailing out a raise on the scooped nuts
my cards were dominated dead of outs
rivercards beat the sound of my shouts
but Mars was there pushing some bets
he re-raises the limits on the street set
try to get me prised off a sinking deck
he's hooking toys on a fairground stall
shows me a stub to prove there's more
but I told him of the blinds made before
I was check-raised on a free roll lowball
then a centripetal cutting of the chords
raising the mexican's metaphoric horse
and smudging off residues of a gorge
he lifted me from a Titanic of icebergs
left me fending for myself on a verge
and I'd draw health from his foul call
safe not always the safest word of all
might do well on a bad hand highball
taking a leg up on the middle position
why were five carmine threes in a pack
a wild card or a hard nut out the back ?
and then heard an eerie dusk nocturn
it's soars inflaming the brink of my pain
bestrode the string raises , split the pot
called me tight but he was tapped out
those glaciers had left me some clout
so I held my hands close to my hearts
sometimes beating him bluffing at cards
8.01.06.
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