get a grip
across four digits
make a fist
then pay them a visit
haymakers can’t miss
retribution intended
but problems persist
just ask the silent witness
clash over clash
peace further diminished

I’m counting
all the cards.
Still missing one.
Spade’s been drawn.

And she’s on the run.

Everybody’s joking
with themselves.
Think they
could be King,
when it’s Queen
that’s second
to no one else.

Doesn’t really matter.
She has a face that kills.
Her ace is pulled,
and the kicker reels.

My heart went
black jack,
And the stack just fell.
The pursuit over.
She my only diamond
in this living hell.

a mournful rune
hangs against
a black lagoon
in orbital swoon.

its shine imbues
a stellar ruse
circling through;
a satellite tomb.

an artifact
of dark mass
mapped to last
on lunar loom.

forever attuned
to waves hewn
against earth
marooned —

our only moon.

subtract the golden
from its divine setting
and warm tone.

mark the difference
between together
and alone.

what makes you
feel real
but unnatural
when sun is gone?

written a thousand
different ways,
it’s all the same as none.

time falls between us,
in passing we are one.

my sobriety
is inside of me;
under lock & key.

all it ever needs
is a turn in me;
with password received.

“what’s that?”
“speakeasy, please.”
“we will not be deceived.”

“pardon me.”
“one moment, please.”
blackout memory retrieved.

“lets begin again.”
on count of three.
“the password is sobriety.”