Lady Luck

EvilToasterElfEvilToasterElf Posts: 1,119
edited January 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Lady Luck

I saw him stretched out
under the white sheets
The final blank page
of his unwritten biography

A novel of 12 hour days
blasted by furnaces
sealed into his family
by soot and bourbon

His body the final smelter
of blood and cancer
Gambling debts mixed
with his children’s tuitions

He stares through all of us
an old gambler
shuffling through
his crusty trumps of memory
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  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    you have an outline of a novel or an epic poem, although modern, it is good!
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • Lady Luck

    I saw him stretched out
    under the white sheets
    The final blank page
    of his unwritten biography

    A novel of 12 hour days
    blasted by furnaces
    sealed into his family
    by soot and bourbon

    His body the final smelter
    of blood and cancer
    Gambling debts mixed
    with his children’s tuitions

    He stares through all of us
    an old gambler
    shuffling through
    his crusty trumps of memory


    wow thats some real talented writing there.thanks for posting it so we could read it.....
    ...It's only after disaster that we can be resurrected...
    it's only after you've lost everything ...that you are free to do anything....(Fight Club)

    ... I'll ride the wave...where it takes me....
  • thanks for responding, if you guys keep your end up I'll keep mine
  • I really liked this one!!! You made me see this hollow, miserable man. That's the makings of a good storyteller, I'd have to say. :)

    "His body the final smelter
    of blood and cancer
    Gambling debts mixed
    with his children’s tuitions"

    Dang!!!! That stanza just sums this character up brilliantly! I love it!
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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