today´s poem(a.melleby)
arrange the numbers
a stack of cards
five random ones in your hand
one of four sitting at a table
without corners
just layers of adrenalin
waiting
to get the final hand
to win it all
winners and losers
side by side
waiting
waiting for the final hand
to hit the table
the smoke in the air
trying to hide the fear
of the the bodies
perspireing underneath
the fan running on high
the venom
provided by the snake
is it enough, you think
to kill you
this time it´s for real
will you need another hit
hold on
just a few seconds
is needed for the snake
to recharge his venomous poison
and hit you one more time
good bye
I don´t need no number
to get a hold of you
I know where you are
at any given time
I don´t need
to know your name
I can pick you out
in any crowd
anywhere on this earth
abandoned?
