Counting Cards

under vegas lights
beside the fountains
of the Belliago
street corner
Mexicans
hand out call girl
photo cards
slap them
in their hand
like dealing from
the bottom

ten will get
you twenty

is just
a leftover
cliché.

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9 Responses to “Counting Cards”

  1. johemmant Says:
    April 25, 2008 at 11:41 am

    is it just me or is wordpress broken, every time I try adn comment I am told about unresponsive scripts? But blogger and typepad are working fine…..oh well, I really like this, it is strong.

  2. Scot Says:
    April 25, 2008 at 12:05 pm

    JO
    never had this problem

  3. JO Says:
    April 25, 2008 at 12:21 pm

    What a picture this presents!

  4. Scot Says:
    April 25, 2008 at 12:25 pm

    Thanks JO for stopping by–appreciate it

  5. cruxandflux Says:
    April 25, 2008 at 2:34 pm

    awesome..

  6. Paul Says:
    April 25, 2008 at 10:55 pm

    All these poems based on American Sentences share a certain flatness of tone, a distance from the subject, perhaps as a result of the technical issue or maybe its stylistic, they are scenes round an idea, like cleverly staged photographs, not necessarily lacking passion but certainly giving the impression of a kind of distance. An interesting experiment,

  7. Scot Says:
    April 25, 2008 at 11:49 pm

    paul

    so is that good or bad? I would say snapshots–staged? Is real life staged or does it happen?

  8. Bob Says:
    April 26, 2008 at 1:23 am

    Dude, I’m seeing a glad-hander with a Three Card Monty going on right next door… good stuff!

  9. Scot Says:
    April 26, 2008 at 11:59 am

    Bob
    might have been–I was too busy collecting cards

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