never come back

never come back,
boy.

don't.

the chips and clothes
sleep still
on the floor
where a wild night
hustled

but

it's someone else's game
although your hearts are big.


the diamond coin saw
the straight flush
as it landed on its edge.

they both suited
and saluted
as you folded
and left.

wander in gardens,
scuffle in mud,
tromp in the rain
to a place where enthusiasm
never meets lack
and failure is merely having a tank
with something left,

and never come back.



by google
posted on 06/13/2008