Poet 4


words are shuffled
jokers taken from the pack
tongue touching the deal,

my hand full of folds
the pot of poetry grows fat
the reader raking it in,

communion chips
the minds nervous gamble spread
opened up inside,

secret shows of tricks
diamond dust sprinkled in the blood
love rummaged wild,

my jack the bust fool
a naked running braggart
pen swinging hard.


John G.Hall(C)2004