#yahtzee
I burn
beautifully
in the fires of vanity.
Got lost
in my own reflection
on the frozen food doors—
there I was,
lined up with the rest
of the products on ice:
three fifty-nine
for four egg rolls,
six twenty-nine
for frozen bread dough,
six ninety-nine
for wild blueberries.
Superimposed,
my long mug
trying its best
to blend in.
My forehead says
I’m three ninety-nine,
but my solar plexus
clearly marks me
at five fifty-nine.
However,
my **** is, apparently,
on clearance,
reduced by thirty percent,
and
going for a buck nineteen.
At the end of the aisle,
an old lady eyes my biscuits,
rattling her coin purse
like she’s about to
roll a Yahtzee.
I flick my gaze
back to the glass
and my own ghostly image.
What did I
come here for
again?
May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 12:18 PM UTC
Rolling the dice,
Flipping the cup.
Always desiring all sixes,
or the best possible full house.
We get disappointed
when things don't go our way,
With Yatzee it's all luck,
there is no strategy with rolling the dice.
What you get, is what your score will be.
How things turn out,
Luck decides for you.
What will be your fate?
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC