Every Day
Any night
I serve up my fat
Drunken weary soul
In sweaty verbs
To the gods
Not real.
I sit ever fatter
Licking prayers
And books of prayers
Pretending
I am a genius.
I deal cards
In a game I've not learned
And coat candy
In licorice kisses,
To dance, for naught,
And spark no more
And leap so short,
For eternity and a day.
Copyright © John Rockk-Fiordelisi | Year Posted 2021
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