Playing Cards

can i say

what a flash spread!

while rippling fingers

shuffle air

my hearts are spinning

and jack is on the floor

What a ball!

beneath the table

The jokers

are composing

?

dirty thoughts …

The Harpsichord

is laughing

and we,

excessively dressed

tiptoe

with pompous wankery

all over

queenly flesh
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Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

22 thoughts on “Playing Cards

      1. Yes laughter is the best medicine….if you can force yourself to laugh.
        ♥ ❀ ✿ Namaste ❀ ✿ ♥

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  1. Pompous wankery is pretty much the most awesome word combination ever. Props. 🙂 Truly, though, the whole thing is brilliant. It reminds of the random, unwanted gooseflesh I get at inopportune times. 😉

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    1. Haha.. I was pleased and surprised when it popped out of my head. and i’m just referring to everyday human behaviour…. i wonder what sort of wankery it would be if I was talking about real kings and queens… it would probably…ironically, be something else entirely….

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