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

violins

(he wanted to go to the opera)


Groucho deals straight from the top.


As for God

He deals as he likes.
_____

gw2011

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2 comments:

  1. Beatrice V2 April 2011 at 23:25

    I love this, really quirky!

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  2. Gwil W3 April 2011 at 14:16

    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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