Griffin speaks-- card games
God I hate them
Jacks of Spades,
or two of heart's falsetto song
hinting my way nothing's wrong.
"But I think that way", Griffin huffs--
I'm bogged down on a table
of raises and bluffs.
And what to do when my moment collides
with yellow-haired kings
with clubs on their sides?
I'm tired and weak
but I'll never cash in.
"I pray one more, Mr. Dealer,
but not on the chin."
And as sunlight hits me
I'm smoke-drenched and old,
My red queen is not with me,
I am ready to fold.