Wednesday, January 18, 2023

15,962. NEVER WENT THERE AGAIN

NEVER WENT THERE AGAIN
I'm alone now, and without recompense I'm
selling candies to the crowd. They came at
me masked and dangerous.
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I can read Gypsies on the wall, and tell them
by their shoes, but it makes no difference here
since most everyone is the same : pikers, acrobats,
jokers, and clown.
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The three-card monte men, they'll all disappeared.
Maybe it's just the Winter weather keeping them
away  -  I miss their little tables and the way they'd
play their cards, spread out and sinister for the
unwary to get caught.
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Life was always a game, and this was the magic
moments : people, striving for security, even
when they're being tricked.

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