run while you can

Mother of Pearl.

Kings with hearts. One room. Icheon, South Korea. Winter 2011.

Drowning in the details, itchy eyes.
There is no sunken treasure.
All a pirate plunders
is at risk of being robbed
between the devil
and the deep blue sea.

Gambling expression–
“For what? To compete
with phrasemongers,
incapable of thinking
consecutively for sixty seconds?”
Call. Check. Or. Fold.

Of course, call. Pursuing answers
at depths too deep, forcing your hand
to bottomlessness, asking for sympathy
from the unsympathetic, betting on brilliance
aboard a sinking ship, and demanding legacy
within a one-round world. Mother of pearl, fold.


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