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slicked up hair

Contributed by fortunesdancer on Sunday, 9th October 2011 @ 01:01:44 PM in AEST
Topic: ambiguous

pushed down lips slicked up hair
and combed down eyes
his reflection lost in stare
from the wind a train cries

the nighttime "bit & growled"
whirring neon above him howled
like the king of chance
he crossed streets without a glance

a careless woman by the door
seemed to cry ou as if to warn
but nothing was sworn
a queen in a scattered gown
snarled slurs cut his core
the gutter door a crown

he took his hat and dipped it twice
his coat met the neon bar with a grin
men moved as cheese less mice
the demon purred at the gin
his tender was refused
as the barmen asked his sin
a glass slipped
and a hat was tipped

the table laid
one more member came
black hair and faceless frayed
dressed in gowns of fame

the table boomed with ice as bet
turned his head but not a single eye met
chips flew as diamonds on a dollar desk

the demon sat and raised the king as if to jest
called him cheat
and put two rounds through his chest
pigeons scurried to the street
but they charged only death to meet

liquor bellowed whips electric chair
dollars drunk in silent lair
like a broken down dive
the devil turned a back as if to laugh
but the king wasn't done
night dipped in teary eyed bath
besides all odds he reached his gun

and in a flash
the glass seemed to smash
at the table a game was played
but no advance was made
as a newcomer burst the door
drunken in a daze
eyes glowing a blaze
he said called me "demon

Copyright © fortunesdancer ... [ 2011-10-09 13:01:44]
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Re: slicked up hair (User Rating: 1 )
by Deidra_Carmichael on Sunday, 9th October 2011 @ 03:08:32 PM AEST
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How intriguing and indeed ambiguous! I must say you have captured my attention and thoughts with your unique writing. God bless and keep writing,
Deidra

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