something else

the tables were a maze, last player left,

what if the spot was not meant for you;

sagging alleys, if the chair didn’t hold,

what would force you to bow n elbow.

you sat, the walls domed of reflections,

russian roulette, like never seen before;

you will believe, black piercing shrills;

too much cuts you, too less gets to you.

the tables were struck with lightning,

the scar, hidden by the fumes around;

why is still a keenness to befriend it,

maybe the warping will come around.

the game starts, and corners are cut,

the cushion revolves, it’s your ride;

pass through several hands, bee hive,

clock ticks, you take a key and leave.

there is dust in your eyes, reveling in,

there is dust in my thoughts boring in;

as you palm the dust, vision hampers,

as i shoo it away, my thought distracts.

a distraction of sight, and skewed images you brew;

an aberrance of thought, anachronous words flew;

the roulette disappears, mind’s gait is aplomb, guess,  

thoughts return, and the words look something else…