Yesterday, I was so drunk
standing at the roulette table
with thousand dollar chips,
crumpled in my palms
next to me…
a 22 year old mannequin
with tiny firm breast
were pointed at me
flipping her hair-- side to side
asking, if I need help
to find my room
‘but of course,
if I can only find my key’
…slipped out, the side of my mouth
and I don’t remember
any conversations, we might have had
last night
…this morning,
stark naked-- on top
of the turned down bed
I can only imagine… I got my rocks off
perhaps--
if I take a shower and have some
breakfast…
I can go downstairs
and have another spin of the wheel
on second thought
…I can’t
my wallet and those chips
I had,
disappeared too
Author notes
I’m going to Atlantic City today
Beach and gambling
This poem is inspired by; life of hookers and gamblers
A contest entry
- buk & thee by onerios13.
1300 points, ended August 11, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Very buky indeed. Right from the start of the piece to the tart observations to the classic ending of quiet astonishment of lost things...excellent in all aspects.
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well
when one gambles and takes chances, those nightmares may be a hint to take heed of dreams and hookers too...hehehe, have fun hope ya win more than u loose!
Linda
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