six dots
random sequence
one never falls in love'by chance
two make sense
three is for free
four
no more please
five-high?
six
the first of the devils visit
another six-age
another six
delve deep for explanations

dont dice with death they said
holding a six shooter
to my head
the russian roullete worked

i speak from the other world
where eternity has no chance.
I took it.

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 19 days ago

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I want to hear myself again
I want to hear songs from my paints and my fingertips,
a visual applause for the love and the loss

Where can I learn to find my rhythm again?
I strayed off to the beat of your drum
Played false notes and danced to your Russian Roullette.
I am not your Russian Roullete.

I want to vibrate with happiness
Fill my eyes with warmth and radiance
I want to dance and laugh and mean every single ringing echo

My voice may still quiver and crack, but when it rings,
It will harmonize with the light and the words I'd been
dreaming for you to say.

Though now,
It will climb from my own throat and reach to kiss my lips,
with nothing more but self love and honesty


pk.