If we had flawless crystal balls
there’d be no misery making decisions.
But the best in augury cracks, leaving us,
(if observation of daily news
is any oracle,) merely wagers,
amusements, for our gods.
They can’t predict with greater
certainty than you or I
what random, free willed zig
we’ll zag, or bluff we’ll bluff.
So I amuse myself imagining
a pantheon with wads of dollar bills
in their immortal fists
shouting, “Buy that Chevy!”
Or “Kiss her! Kiss her!”
Or “Pull the trigger, damn it! I’m down a hundred!”
While here on solid ground we stand
in befuddled agony,
every card we pull
leaving us more bewildered,
praying to those who seemingly only know
that they have double or nothing riding on, “Do it!”
This is officially my favorite poem of the Marathon so far and I’m so glad you finished the marathon! Well done!
Thank-you so much for your kind comments! This event is so inspiring.
Great poem, Leroy! So relatable right now.
I love its mix of the sacred and profance, especially the lines:
I amuse myself by imagining
A pantheon with wads of dollar bills
In their immortal fists
Shouting, “Buy that Chevy!”
Or “Kiss her! Kiss her!”
Or “Pull the trigger, damn it! I’m down a hundred!”
Thank-you for the kind comments! I love doing this marathon (well, half marathon)
This was amazing! One of my favorites! Bravo!
Thanks for your kind words! This is such a fun event.
Fantastic and beautifully woven together. Such a creatively exciting poem. The way you phrase things in that final stanza is brilliant. I absolutely love this one.