Thursday, May 31, 2007

Tyche

A chance meeting
chance happening
the name of a suitor
of a mistake perhaps made
perhaps not
there is a chance
its chance-y.

Games of chance
games of dance
Russian Roulette
or a minuet
parlor gimmick or gift
depending on the stakes
on the snakes
that you charmed
or handled
or just looked in the eye
hypnotized,
come heaven or harlots.

Craved a chance
automaton
didn’t have a chance
Tyche went wrong
wringing her fortune from
the frail
the fragile
the foundering
wrecks on the reef
wracked and retching
with the unrequited brine
of romance.

If we were dice
you’re rolling
if I a die
you’re throwing

SNAKE EYES

no chance
bets off
we’re finally
fucking
folding.

2 comments:

Michelle said...

i find this remarkably unsettling.

Rtwell said...

Fabulous! and driven.. I loved it .Especially "come heaven or harlots"