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The smell of smoke and senior citizens
It’s distinct and signature.
It’s part of that siren song.
It’s part of that strong allure.
That beautiful
Destruction.
And I run towards it.
Because it knows when I am away.
And it doesn’t like that.
It has powers.
Powers of distraction
Of manipulation
Of greed
And Possession.
The shining lights
The spinning wheels
The felt tables
The fog
In the air
And in my mind.
Makes me forget
About her.
About her hair
And her smile
With one front tooth
That’s just a little bit crooked
Her hands
All disappear.
And what I see
Is possibility.
I could make it big.
Just one more spin.
Just one more pull.
Just one more deal.
The queen
With her icy glare
And siren song
Calls me back
Into the fog.
What will my unborn child think?