Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Deep Pockets or The Art of Sin

I would not, let not,
My whole hand be played,
If in eyes of fact and fiction
This were indeed a game.

No, for what experience
Between the lines you do have
in your possession, may lend
advantage to the rooms discretion.

So, do tell, speak of, and well
To slight matters close of hand
With lips at heart drawn
As tight purses spent to say:

The secrets in the snow beneath hold
The secrets held with the golden key

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Some of your poems hit me later on, as I read them several times, but for now I can say:

Interesting, nicely poetic.

cara said...

mysterious mischief is being woven here... and your cards held tightly to your chest.

I especially like "to slight matters close of hand with lips at heart drawn..."

_Q_ said...

Yeah, perhaps that stanza should read:

So, do tell, speak of and well
to slight matters close at hand,
to heart, with lips drawn
as tight purses spent to say

yeah... I think I like that better. Thoughts?

P.S. Poker Rules

CaptainGoldStar said...

gambling is a sin
so are video games
don't watch oprah

cara said...

I like the original except that I agree with the deletion of the comma in the first line. Gertrude Stein would say commas are boring.


It's really playful: especially leaving the "close of hand" and layering the metaphors and colloquialisms.