Friday, 1 April 2011

Last night at cards

In this lunatic house where I live
there are no mirrors

or clocks

and it's easy

to cheat

at cards

Shuffling the deck

God palmed

an ace

of hearts

in a cloud

of invisible smoke

Last night

when I saw

Groucho Marx

we listened to unseen


(he wanted to go to the opera)

Groucho deals straight from the top.

As for God

He deals as he likes.



  1. Beatrice, thank you very much. We live in "quirky" times. The UK poetry establishment is in civil war, or at least something more than a skirmish. Control of air space perhaps?

    The poetry world should get on with reflecting the times.


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