Thoughts leaked through tears in vain

Read clear as day through the encryption of poetry

Arbitrary syllables strung to voice

Life colored beyond lines of sin-sweet symmetry


Face flush from rough gin of the words

Turned from hot breath

Leaving his lips thin—thin from wear

Send to me the silence of death


Snap my thoughts in two with disdain

An expression just residue of sins committed

In yesterday’s time—stand now in yesterday’s place

Pay now for the crimes of which you’d been acquitted


When you demand I turn a cheek

Hidden face flush on command with fresh heat

Turning the hurt you dealt quick as cards

Into lost love now buried in folds of deceit


— Family Poker