i care less if i die alone or
i’m buried in a potter’s grave,
no matter how honorable that
may be. i prefer my ashes be
thrown into a twister. spread
out like a banquet for the kings.
until then i will play as a boy with
old bones. i have drank spirits
to forget the wars, and shared
enough kisses to replace the
stars in a midnight sky. strip
poker is my religion. the more
i lose the more i am saved.
shenanigans are gifts from the
jack of a sacred heart. i practice
adoration of the joker and the
queen of clubs. i will play as a
boy with old bones.