Tagged: loser

relief trades playing

relief trades playing
cards with pain, sometimes also
with fear, there are no

winners, nor losers in the
end, only ephemeral fools


he said you must have

he said you must have
had an inkling
, and i
immediately started
dialing through
the sounds and tastes
of an inkling, how
one could possibly
curve around all that
silence, travel for
miles to stay
grounded, look
me straight in the
eye to avoid
detection. no one
ever wins at hide
and seek – the
winner is the loser
who waits in
the dark,
not an inkling

still so many words