11/18/18

Odds


Blurry for sure, but clear.
Clearly understood.

The future of our time.
Of whatever we have left.

Known by nobody, no one at all.
My head, my knowledge, my expression.

A reflection of my own making.
The detail involved.

Considered responses, hesitations.
Intellect rejects emotions.

Factors of unpredictability.
The house wins in the end.

Odds are reckless.
But they must be played.

It's Still Last Night

  This orange juice tastes funny. Where's all my money? Thought it'd be more sunny. Wonder what time it is. Clock says eight thirty ...