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Stacked Deck

The Game of Life

(the card version)

is 52–

you pick up more

or less


(sometimes, too)

(depending how you play)

and perforce

arrange them by suits.


Birthday Suit

is freshest.

The hearts & love suit,


(who doesn’t love a baby)

an up-all-night pastime

with in-your-face cards

stamped by cake

(whatever’s left)


dangly bits,




–the magic meld

that wins the hand.


Suit Yourself

is closely related

–the other red suit—

which appearance

(in the game)

could be marked by diamonds

(conflicted or otherwise)

friendship bracelets,

matching polos,

or promise-I’ll –buy-it-later


–the strong of this suit

all about




Monkey Suits



a disproportionate sequence

of uniform,

office wear,

and ties-on-top

Zoom apparel

that goes on and on

(and on)

and so on

its paycheck-based


mandating dues

for the best part of this go’round

–as boring as War

and practically



Good thing, then,

Suits of Armor

can also be drawn

–or purchased on Amazon

with iffy second-day delivery options—

since at this point

in life’s game

–you better have won–

outerwear to


the luck or misfortune

of your draw

a blinded amalgamation of

all that’s come before

–piled high and brought to the table

(courtesy of)


hymns & hearse

–along with


(to keep score)

and spade.

Upping the Perchances?

under guise

–and in furor–

meet my eyes

in the mirror,

I’ll surprise

you still nearer,

when you Nod…



As you rest

~I will spirit~

in abstract

you will hear it,

in your ears

~like a lyric~

you forgot…



In a dream

* and a vision *

missing scheme

minus schism,

the unseen

side of the prism,

can be sought…



By the wise

> in reflection <

this surprising


will escape

all detection

by the Gods.


all these numbers

I have,

all these remembered numbers

. . .

digits that don’t add up to

anything anymore

Time differences

across which you’ve

gone missing

3 hours ahead. . .

3 hours behind. . .

your absence

on your end

I feel between,


This number

to cell

and that number

to land

these numbers

to live

to life

what if,

what if,

there is no see?


Nor connection

to be had


or heard


with or without

“hashtag 1”

these numbers are

just extraneous now

. . .


Litanies missing meaning

this day in September

and oh!

That day in June. . .

tagged dates

for Asters. .

cut and without water.

and sudden lilies, too

damnably persevering

a dozen I think

at least

(but can’t be sure)

since numbers

bear forgetting

remembered numbers

. . .

that don’t add up

to anyone anymore

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